I’m used to feeling uncomfortable at shows – people talk about me, point me out, big deal…people come up and ask me if I’m going to enjoy the show (before it’s happened) – as if that should have any impact on whether they do. Very weird.
Nothing makes me feel more uncomfortable – more quickly – than being at a shitty-awful comedy show.
I’m not allowed to review comedy for the paper anymore. And this was probably one of the last comedy reviews I did – earlier the same night I’d been to see Janey Godley, which was great. But I had to write a split review, just a hundred words or so on each performer….
Down the road at a separate show I saw Jan Maree. My god…
Here’s what I wrote:
Jan Maree spent close to an hour talking about how she needs to wax a lot. She used this as the catalyst for an excruciatingly unfunny set of reflections from a recent seven-week holiday where Maree attempted to find herself (not the reason for all the waxing). The punchline to a sequence describing a hangover seemed to be that she “vomited so much” she “needed to go number twos”. It’s a classless act. And then incongruously the show finishes with Jan Maree offering a waiata. She’s a real Kiwi, you see. So there was applause. It made no sense – but in keeping with what was presumably the theme of her show it was suitably humourless.
It gives me no great joy saying something is awful – but it’s something of a release/relief to be able to say what you want about a show after having had to sit through it.
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.