Review – The Tim Vine Chat Show
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Classic comedy. Classic comedy who? Tim Vine. While this joke is not inherently funny, it’s unconventional simplicity is a taste of what you will experience in the Tim Vine Chat Show....
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Classic comedy. Classic comedy who? Tim Vine. While this joke is not inherently funny, it’s unconventional simplicity is a taste of what you will experience in the Tim Vine Chat Show....
Murder, music, a man in a dress, and clams. ‘Wolf Creek the Musical’ is, rather unsurprisingly, a low-budget musical rendition of 2005’s Australian horror film ‘Wolf Creek’. Making the most...
Even the dickheads in the audience couldn’t spoil the warm response the crowd gave him.
This is a carefree and carefully constructed movie which hits all its notes without looking like it’s trying.
Craig McLachlan was delicious when he played the role of Frank N. Furter in 1992, but what about now? Will the product of McLachlan + suspenders + twenty-two years equal something bedazzling?
Oh. My. Yes.
Tim Motley is spellbindingly funny and a compellingly excellent storyteller.
It’s all delivered in the high-brow manner that such auspicious subjects demand – that is to say, dick jokes pervade throughout – and Wieroniey has the guts of a true comedian, even when the laughs are sparse.
What makes [Run Girl Run] entertaining is that it’s just hilariously funny, at every level. The script is conversational and witty, the performances are wonderfully comedic, and the premise is delightfully absurd.
All in all, this was a wonderful show with beautifully sung melodies. If you’re looking for an hour of family friendly entertainment with no musical instruments, no foul language and definitely no male nudity, then The Magnets is a group not to miss this year.
[Etypejazz] will definitely make you want to tap your toes, clap your hands or click your fingers, or even sing along if you’re old enough to remember the originals.
Open your tattered, dog-eared Fringe guide and you’ll see there is far more comedy in the Festival than anything else… But we must all remember that we can have a bit of slap with our tickle, and tickling our funny bone is as good a reason as any to also catch some high quality burlesque.
An adventurous show, it shifted rapidly between circus tricks and more theatrical moments – and, at times, that venture was a little shaky.
There is a reason Fleet is an icon of comedy in Australia. He’s simply very funny and, perhaps more to the point, a good entertainer, ironically using his own negativity to create an upwards vibe. If you want to see a show that’s “like Hamlet, but different” (his own words) then Greg Fleet is the comic for you.
I love swing music and find 1940s culture fascinating. But this show was in equal parts under-rehearsed, uncomfortably sleazy, unengaging, and notably lacking in the panache that is needed to pull off such an act.
Singing along is expected at their shows, and how could you not want to when they sing about give-way signs or single’s night at the supermarket. (Yes, they’ve written songs about these things.)