The Last Laugh
Everyone loves a fuck-up. Everyone slows down for a car crash, or everyone wants to, anyway. That is the jumping-off point for Keir McAllister’s comedy, that follows a fictionalised version of himself across the tour from hell, as he is partnered with a heckler whose YouTube-d rant went viral. Taking on the old adage that you should never date a comic, The Last Laugh is a light and entertaining hour, with McAllister having great fun playing up to his sardonic, dysfunctional reputation and strong support from Larah Bross as quick-witted Canadian Grace.
McAllister’s script is visibly the work of a seasoned circuit-regular. It is heavy on industry in-jokes, and if you are not a big comedy fan you could feel left in the cold, but despite, or maybe because of, some brave barbs aimed at monoliths like Stewart Lee and Michael McIntyre, it is also very funny. McAllister and Bross trade put-downs like punches, and if the romance that blossoms between them does not quite seem credible, that is neatly answered in the play’s well-worked conclusion.
McAllister is a talented writer, and if the subject matter here is a little narrow, he fights to expand it with the occasional meditation on life, love and loss, and some neat meta-theatrical framing.
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