Funny and painful in even doses.
Fifi Box was back for the second week running – probably the weakest link of the first episode – and was worse than last week. What’s more, she was given the night’s award. Surely the producers wanting to point out what a complete sham the scoring system is. Put in a Merchant Ivory style period piece she sounded as ocker as Kate Langbroek and, when called on to lay on a thick French accent, she chose to go all Kim Day-Knight – Look at moi, look at moi. God I hope she’s not going to be a recurring contender.
That’s the official term, by the way – they’re all contenders.
Shaun Micallef brought tears to my eyes with laughter in his solo piece and was the clear standout and should have won the award if it wasn’t completely rigged.
Matthew Newton was serviceable in his performance – though there’s something seriously weird going on with his hair. I guess he’s got those genes to contend with.
Angus Sampson was also back – looking less unhappy to be there and more flowing in his impro.
We neglected to mention the inserts in our review. They put the contenders into situations out in the “real world” – sell a car; offer wine tastings in a supermarket; etc – which were better this week.
Tom Gleisner is horrendous. He’s situated halfway back in the audience at a little desk with shithouse lighting and a camera angle that looks straight up his nostrils as he’s directing his comments to the stage which further emphasises his tendency to tilt his head back when he’s talking. His pieces were short and unfunny and, still, he had to read them off a sheet in front of him.
I find Shane Bourne quite endearing when he’s kept on a leash, which this show does with the requirement for him to explain each section. I just wanna know what happened to his two front teeth.
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