Mike Wilmot – Comedy Blue review at Assembly
No prizes for guessing what kind of show this was – filth with a capital F and knobs on.
Sadly, the disappointing aspect of it was that you could have put Bernard Manning, Roy Chubby Brown and Mike Reid in the Supper Room and achieved much the same effect.
Wilmot kicked off with some pretty standard filth liberally sprinkled, of course, with the so-called ‘f’ and ‘c’ words. Watching him perform, you felt like paying out of your own pocket to have air conditioning installed. The jokes were soon forgotten but the image lingers of him sweating like a pig in an oven.
After Wilmot had shed a couple of stone, Glenn Wool was ushered on looking like a Canadian lumberjack minus the chainsaw. Wool seemed to have got the idea in his head that he could shock the audience – often a sign of a jobbing stand-up who has spent too much time on the road.
You see more shocking things on the TV news every day than Wool could summon in a month of Sundays. The idea that Wool and his fellow jokers have a franchise on shock is risible, even if, in his alternative universe, it seems plausible. Wool certainly had some good gags, although he seemed a couple of notches more spaced out than usual which possibly did not help his performance.
Wilmot came back on, sweatier than ever, and quickly got into a futile argument with a Scottish heckler at the back of the door, appearing to lose his temper. Instead of gently milking the situation for laughs as Rich Hall might have done, he simply delivered a torrent of abuse and tough-guy talk, rather absurdly as by this stage Wilmot was melting away into jellyfish form.
Feebly, he then called on stage the “most most evil f***** on the circuit”, Brendon Burns, to sort out the heckler. Teetotal and drugs-free, Burns duly appeared clad in a wonderfully camp get-up like an extra from Pirates of the Caribbean.
Burns was the undoubted star of the show with some clever material and at least sent the audience home with grins on their faces.
However, you were left with the strong suspicion that when it comes to blue comedy, Chubby Brown would have blown these girlies off the stage.
Assembly, August 4-28
- Mike Wilmot, Brendon Burns, Glenn Wool
- Running time
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