Shappi Khorsandi

By Lisa Clark

Shappi Khorsandi is one of those enjoyable comedians who make you feel like you are catching up with a friend you only see every couple of years. She even does material about this and her own intermittent friend who she chose to be her birthing buddy for her new baby after the father piked out. Yes a lot has happened since we last saw Shappi and as jet-lagged as she is, she’s going to regale us with some pretty juicy stories, interesting theories and even a bit of surprisingly blue material that seems to surprise her more than it does us.

Her last show in Australia Me and My Brother In Our Pants, Holding Hands in 2012, spoke more about her amazing childhood as an English immigrant from Iran and about being a mother in a marriage that’s falling apart. She also covered some ground that she goes over in her current show, such the difficulties in dating as a single mum, but her 2012 show had a lot more depth to it and the surprise ending of having just started a relationship with a woman. In part of the whole catching up thing, she lets us know pretty early that that relationship didn’t last.

I first came to know Shappi through her fabulous autobiography A Beginner’s Guide to Acting English. Her comedic storytelling skills are clearly inherited from her famous father who fled Iran with his family because of his comedy writing. Shappi touches on her past with her material on refugees. It’s hard to tell if she knows what a hot political topic that is here, but she’s not aggressive about it and finds a very appreciative audience.

Shappi is not a shouty or angry comedian but she manages to cover a lot of controversial ground and while occasionally garnering gasps of horror she maintains just right light touch to make it all palatable and keep the show in a fun mood. Her last section about sex, which she sizzles early on, is also about her vague theme of being free to speak up as well as feeling more comfortable about your sexuality as you get older.

Like all her previous work this show has a lot of great jokes and ideas, it’s clear that Shappi is a talented, entertaining, comedian with a lot of experience but the show itself could use a director to get it into some sort of shape. It’s very funny, charming and spicy, but also a bit scrappy and all over the place. Yet, it still manages to be a fun show to take your friends to. Considering Shappi is a sleep deprived new mother with two kids trying to put on a Festival show on the other side of the world, a bit of scrappiness, with so many great stories and laughs, is pretty forgivable.

Shappi Khorsandi is on at Melb Town Hall until April 13
http://www.comedyfestival.com.au/2014/season/shows/shappi-khorsandi

Luke McGregor : I Worry That I Worry Too Much

By Sofia Monkiewicz

Luke McGregor worries a lot. He worries about burglars and murderers, about being alone in the dark, and about talking to girls and breaking into a sweat. He worries that he is the only person who worries about these things, and he wants to worry less about all of these unnecessary worries.

I Worry That I Worry Too Much is McGregor’s second Melbourne International Comedy Festival show, following on from the success of his 2013 debut, My Soulmate Is Out of My League, which won him Best Newcomer. This year’s production looks like it’s going to be just as popular, with McGregor moving across the road to the Hi-Fi for the final two weeks of the festival, to accommodate an impressive number of ticket sales.

And with very good reason. This show is superb.

McGregor spends just under an hour awkwardly talking about his excessive amount of thoughts, fears and concerns, and we are oddly engaged with every single one of his issues, whether we find them relatable or not. His quirkiness is what makes him such a delight to watch; his exaggerated facial expressions (intentional or otherwise), his nervous noises, and his almost childlike excitement over everything he talks about creates this lovable character that you can’t help but adore. While he definitely uses his oddities to his advantage and plays them up for some guaranteed audience laughter, Mcgregor is honest and self-deprecating, and his self-conscious personality wins over every single person in the room. His idea of ‘banter’ is to ask those seated in the front row how they are, and they quickly warm up to the comedian, with some audience members gladly answering his questions without the usual fear of being humiliated in front of the rest of the crowd.

The most popular part of the show by far was when McGregor discussed his inability to meet girls and his experiences with the dating app Tinder. His theories about the app appealed to quite a few twenty-something-year-old girls in the audience, who seemed to relate a little too well to the Tinder techniques he confessed to using. McGregor knows how to work a crowd. His jokes about his unknown prowess in the bedroom are expertly delivered and absolutely hilarious, and he concludes his show with an original ‘gift’ to each audience member that perfectly sums up how his worrisome attitude affects his talents in the bedroom.

I don’t need to encourage you to see this show. Luke McGregor clearly does not need any help convincing people to see him flurry about nervously on stage. But if you want to see a production this comedy festival that is genuine, modest, and just simply fantastic, then make sure you purchase a ticket now before they all sell out.

Now that would be something to worry about.

I Worry That I Worry Too Much is on at Melb Town Hall – Portico Room until April 20
http://www.comedyfestival.com.au/2014/season/shows/i-worry-that-i-worry-too-much-luke-mcgregor

We ♄ Comedy

By Noel Kelso

The Imperial Hotel is a hub for Melbourne comedians throughout the year and one of the regular comedy nights is We ♄ Comedy. Compered by the witty and acerbic Victoria Healy this is a showcase of the finest talents in Melbourne stand-up, improve and sketch, and provides laughs to the people of the city year-round.

Comics such as Celia Pacquola and Simon Keck have performed there in the past along with sketch duo Girls Uninterrupted and king of improv Jimmy James Eaton. The Melbourne International Comedy Festival allows the room to showcase a diverse range of acts which may not otherwise be available to them at other times of the year. Thus it was that last night the line-up consisted of improv from Rebecca de Unamuno, stand-up from Bart Freebairn and sketch comedy from The Lords Of Luxury.

De Unamuno began her set with some very funny gags related to dating and how she believes that some people just stay in relationships for far too long before interacting with the audience to discover how they have fared in love. Latching onto one couple in the front row she asks them a series of questions about their relationship and how they see one another before launching into an improvised and hilarious Shakespearean sketch based around the information she has just been given. This is a skilled improvisational comedian able to adapt to her situation and still bring forth strong laughs from the audience.

Second on that night’s bill was comic Bart Freebairn whose delightfully whimsical delivery style is easy to engage with as he talks about wanting to be a dinosaur when he was a child, dreams, scallops and universal knowledge. The very fact that he can say any of this and not leave the audience confused, but laughing loudly is testament to his comic timing and delivery.

The last act on the bill were Lords Of Luxury whose sketch comedy was hilarious and strange with ad libs from various team members added an element of anarchy to the proceedings. Their sketches about one of the members being dumped by his girlfriend and the predicament faced by a Private Investigator held captive by the Mob were inventive and funny and kept the audience laughing throughout. There was a sequence involving a water pistol which dragged on for far too long, yet just became funnier and funnier with each passing second. These are comics who know how to play a room and can milk every last line for maximum laughter.

As a host, Healy is a total pro, warming her audience up for the acts with her charm and delivering laughs with practised ease.

We ♄ Comedy is on at the Imperial Hotel until April 8
http://www.comedyfestival.com.au/2014/season/shows/we-comedy-victoria-healy-presents

Stella Young in Tales from the Crip

By Lisa Clark

Stella Young has been doing standup spots for a few years now, I saw her early on when she was still finding her feet and several times after that. Then a few months ago I saw her kill at a political comedy night, she was holding the room in the palm of her hand, and was clearly the best performer amongst a very highly skilled group. I knew she was ready for her own festival how. She didn’t let me or the rest of her audience down.

The title itself seems fairly provocative but as Stella points out there is no descriptor for her position lacking in some sort of loaded, negative subtext. Crip (short for cripple) sounds like a cool gangsta name to her and if you’ve got a problem with that, then maybe this is not the show for you but Stella couldn’t care less. She has a lot of fun with language, especially poking fun at ‘politically correct’ language and people trying so hard to be inoffensive but winding up sounding the exact opposite. There is also quite a bit of fruity language threading its way through her tales and one-liners. This is not a show for kids or the easily offended. Stella touches on all the subjects you’re supposed to avoid at polite dinner parties; politics, religion and sex.

The jokes flew pretty constantly and the laughs rolled along non-stop. Stella’s humour is possibly even drier than Judith Lucy’s (which is saying something). She’s cynical, sardonic and delightfully charming. Her Oscar Pistorious gear got a little dark (in a brilliant way) but then she gave us some very insightful stories about the Olympics, including being in London for the Paralympics. A highlight was reading through a hilariously inept children’s book teaching children about disabled kids which took her into various routines and helped break up the show from straight standup. We also learn quite a lot about her life, some of which is fairly unique but some, like having an embarrassing mum, we can all relate to.

Having a director’s outside view and experience help with a show can take it from a lot of well written comedy to a well rounded performance and Nelly Thomas’ direction has no doubt helped in this way.  This is an exceptional debut and I’m not surprised to see that she’s already scored some work on the Agony series on the ABC. Stella may be utilising her comedic skills as a political tool to make people more comfortable around crips, but more than anything else, she is definitely a brilliant comedian.

Tales from the Crip is playing alternate nights at Northcote Town Hall until April 20. There will be an Auslan interpreter Wed 9 & Fri 11 April shows
http://www.comedyfestival.com.au/2014/season/shows/tales-from-the-crip-stella-young-in

Public Toilets, Private Words

By Colin Flaherty

Based upon graffiti found in various public conveniences, Public Toilets Private Words was a wickedly lewd and crude cabaret show starring Caitlin Armstrong, Aloise Maree and Thomas Albert. We experienced all manner of deviancy at a throbbing nightclub, a tango based argument about whether humans have always been obsessed with sex, a discussion on the famous people who had died on the can and the Roman Empire leaving their dodgy exploits chiselled onto the walls of the bathhouses.

Parts of the show felt like a musical form of verbatim theatre where examples of the found text were used as humorous lines in the songs. This proved to be a mixed bag in terms of comedic success. Other items had the theme shoehorned in rather tenuously, an example being the French love affair skit that used graffiti to limply resolve the story. Some very serious monologues, one about Ground Zero in New York and another about the transgender restroom conundrum, were clearly out of place in this comedic cabaret show, but that fact was used in some humorous self-referential banter. At one stage, the cast asked the crowd if a philosophical musing about the nature of graffiti strayed too far into wank (the answer by the generous audience was “not really”).

The trio adopted the stereotypical tropes associated with many a musical threesome with Maree as the dim one, Albert the sensible one playing the musical instruments and Armstrong the dangerous rebel. Each suited these roles perfectly. All the cast brought plenty of zaniness to their roles; mugging it up at every opportunity, dancing up a storm and belting out the songs to sell every line. Especially impressive was Armstrong with her wild-eyed exaggerated rage. The big dance finale proved that this trio certainly weren’t afraid to look silly for the sake of a laugh.

The set was ingenious with chairs adorned by toilet seats being a major fixture. Mobile partitions that originally started out as a set of cubicle walls were used to transform the set as required.

This was fun hour that explored plenty of crude ideas; understandable considering that 95% of the graffiti found during research for the show was sexual in nature. Those not too squeamish or prudish will have a whale of a time.

Public Toilets, Private Words is on at La Mama until April 13
http://www.comedyfestival.com.au/2014/season/shows/public-toilets-private-words

Jason Geary & Jimmy James Eaton : Sketch-ageddon

By Elyce Phillips

There’s aliens, orphans and even a little magic – Sketch-ageddon is an action-packed hour of doom and sketch comedy. Jason Geary and Jimmy James Eaton have teamed up once again, following the success of last year’s Sketchual Healing, and if their show’s opening music is anything to go by, they still have a large quantity of sketch-related puns in supply.

Eaton and Geary have a wonderful comedic relationship and are both well-practiced at playing a wide variety of characters. The sketches are really well-balanced. There are insanely high-energy moments, like Geary’s bursts of questionable magic. There are comparatively quiet moments of domestic ridiculousness, where we witness the relationship between an alien overlord and his mother. A short mimed tale about two brothers growing up was surprisingly touching. All of the sketches flow beautifully thanks to the story of destruction weaved throughout.

Eaton and Geary accomplish a lot with minimal fuss. Their use of props is sparse, setting up most of their scenes with nothing more than a bit of music. This keeps the show fast-paced and very physical. The whole thing is super slick. Ben Russell has done a great job as director, helping to create a show that feels incredibly natural, but is tightly composed.

The seemingly endless energy of Eaton and Geary is really impressive, especially considering that both of these guys have multiple shows this year – Festival legend has it that Eaton is in seven different shows, which deserves some sort of trophy or finely-laminated certificate if it’s true. They both get a chance to show-off the full gamut of their talents. There’s singing, dancing and impressions. Geary’s Christopher Walken is on-point, and Eaton’s John Travolta is hilarious, baffling and weirdly time-specific.

The only quibbles on the night were venue-related, rather than any fault with the performance itself. The show got started 10 minutes late, meaning there was a trickle of audience members scrambling to get out towards the end, presumably to make it to their next act. It was an unwelcome distraction from an otherwise brilliant finale. Hopefully this was due to an off night and isn’t indicative of the run in general – but maybe leave some room between shows, just in case.

Sketch-ageddon is an epic tale of death and destruction, told in bite-sized nuggets of hilarity. Eaton and Geary are a perfect comedy pairing and not something to be missed.

Sketch-ageddon is on at the Imperial Hotel until April 20
http://www.comedyfestival.com.au/2014/season/shows/sketch-ageddon-jason-geary-jimmy-james-eaton