Review – Capital Punishment
The comedy festival is as much a platform to nurture emerging talent as it is an opportunity to spend an hour desperately clinging to your seat and laughing so hard that you wish you’d worn a nappy.
The comedy festival is as much a platform to nurture emerging talent as it is an opportunity to spend an hour desperately clinging to your seat and laughing so hard that you wish you’d worn a nappy.
As parents we have all sat through excruciating performances of unfunny child humour. The Fairytale Cookbook is not like that. I liked this one.
Don’t arrive late to this one unless you have some good heckling lines. This would be my advice as Courtney and the Dutch backpacker would attest to from the performance I attended, who became part of the show in a way that for some could be uncomfortable.
I certainly wouldn’t call it sophisticated humour, but if you’re after side-splitting laughter you just might get it (after a pint or two) and you may or may not leave feeling guilty about it afterward.
The pace of the show never drops; Evin demonstrates his skill as a performer utilizing a heady array of different story telling mechanisms. He packs an enormous amount of content into a single hour.
The show is certainly not for people who don’t enjoy being berated or having their personal space invaded. Basil insults everyone personally, and Manuel force-fed my date a spoonful of spring onions.
Fans of Arj Barker (and there are a few of them) should not miss this show. His self-centred stoner style of writing and delivery has lost none of it’s charm as it has matured.
What would happen if Lano and Woodley moved into a share house with the Young Ones, and then the world ended? Apartmentocalypse! is what would happen.
Half of me wanted her to be my best friend and the other half was slightly unnerved by the lists and rules she used to manoeuvre through life.
Our Pajama clad men haven’t mixed up the formula too much, but if you are on to a Barry-Award winning formula, surely you don’t cast it aside like a bottle of differently-labelled soda? No, you keep improving on it!
There were possibly one too many ukuleles in this show or perhaps too few cellos but somehow this was not the performance it had the potential to be.
So if you are looking for some classic comedy that will have you comfortably satisfied with the right amount of anticipation and friendliness, I recommend seeing these three men attempt to write a TV show in the theatre.
I’ll leave it to your imagination how John Batman may feature in this reimagining. This is history as you’ve never read it.
Charles Barrington, actor, theatre rouseabout, connoisseur of conserves, and playmate of the rich and famous, takes an hour of his precious time to bestow some insights into this life less ordinary.
The funniest thing for me about Hunter’s comedy is the representation of the jaded short man. He invites very successful comedians, the night I saw featured Claire Hooper and Dave O’Neil, and does everything he can to cut them down.
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