Review – The Man Who Planted Trees (UK)
Your inner child re-emerges, softening your imagination as you begin to giggle at the simpler comedic moments.
Your inner child re-emerges, softening your imagination as you begin to giggle at the simpler comedic moments.
Barry Morgan is just a hard-working musical instrument salesman. Sure, his smile borders on the maniacal, and his hair is unnervingly well-held, but Morgan just wants to share the joys of his organ. His Hammond Aurora organ, that is, although there are innuendoes aplenty throughout the performance.
Apparently shaking with nerves he out-performed his insecurities with brilliantly told anecdotes – think high school; overseas adventures and a jazz walrus.
Social Needia is definitely not a show for people who don’t use social media. Don’t bother. For those who Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Pinterest etc… This show is aimed squarely at you.
Six up and coming local comedians, two of which are national RAW Comedy winners, for $5 is a pretty good deal. It’s a great way to discover acts you’d like to see, which is kind of the point of the show, so it’s understandable that the sets need to be quick, to the point, and as funny as possible.
Pat’s grasp of how to push the line of funny and bad taste is really strong and he pushes that line constantly throughout his set, taking something ‘everyday’ as far as he can toward being inappropriate, but holding back just enough that the audience isn’t uncomfortable about it.
Killick’s work is brash, crass, and brutally direct in a friendly way, but there seemed an element of ‘us and them’ classist humour going on…
This is Siberian Husky are a powerhouse of comedic creativity, and it’s a joy to glimpse into their sharp, absurd minds.
Their latest show tells the tale of The Misery Factory – the world’s premier producer of unhappiness, mishaps and sorrow.
Nicky Marr’s narrative takes us through the dance styles she’s tried and abandoned; a coming of age through dance classes.
I didn’t know what to expect, but I was not prepared for this. Quinn materializes on stage; a cosmic concoction of tulle, shoulder pads and spangled 80’s lycra. This shrouded apparition instantly hypnotizes her audience with her sublime and pitch-perfect voice. My God, what a voice.
Watson consists of comedy duo Tegan Higginbotham & Adam McKenzie, accompanied in this performance by an agile crew of puppeteers, a handful of aliens and more props than you can poke a prop at.
The easiest way I can describe Breen’s work is that he reminds me a lot of a younger Billy Connolly, at the point where he discarded the music completely and just told stories.
It’s a story of two Russian twins, locked up and yearning for freedom from an unspecified type of incarceration.
Language warning: Alex Williamson is not for all markets. And his friends are f^*#ing c*&ts.
The intimate venue is barely big enough to contain Steen’s agile and peripatetic characters, the entire room is his stage, and we are all merely players. Heleaps and twirls, making use of every available space in the room. Also some unavailable spaces.
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