When it comes to stand-up, the only thing that really matters is whether it’s funny. White Noise earns a steady stream of smiles, but very few genuine laughs.

The material here feels surface-level, lacking the sharper observations or memorable punch that often elevate a routine.

Santino is at his best when firing quick one-liners at friends in shorter formats (see Bad Friends). Stretched to an hour (at least this hour), that spark dims, leaving a performance that lands as solidly average.