Aussie comic, Sarah Kendall,
gives the impression that she is an Aussie backpacker, travelling
the world to regale us with humorous stories that arise from her
tactlessness and social ineptitude.
Her first jokes are ok, but
not great, and she uses this to go into a routine about her
nervousness – indicating that the opening had obtained what she
wanted from her audience. This is a well rehearsed routine,
deceptively so.
Her stories of social
ineptitude, told as though she was there (don’t believe that she
is so dumb), and enjoyable for their level of farce.
The funniest moments are
produced by the onset of commercial breaks. Topical and satirical,
she has a good go at racist commentators who forget that their
mikes are on, a certain former footballer who advertised a product
for “erectile dysfunction”, but my favourite is the ad for
innumeracy – I won’t give away the punch line.
This is a smart,
well-rehearsed gig that will make you smile, cringe and laugh.
Enjoyable, but with room for improvement, but I would say that,
wooden eye?
To understand that last
crack, and because she’s funny, you can see Sarah Kendall most
nights at The Pleasance Courtyard.
8/10.
Reviewed by Andrew J. Moran |