FRINGE REVIEW: LUKE McGREGOR – ALMOST FIXED IT AT THE CORONA THEATRE

You can sense the waves of affection rolling out across the audience and washing around Luke McGregor when he strolls out from behind the curtains of The Corona. But he is in danger of alienating that core group if he continues to insist his adolescent angst hangover  continues to plague him. He’s all grown up now and needs to reinvent himself if he is to stay at the top of his game.

It is clear to see that he has carved himself a comfortable niche in the crowded world of stand-up comics: his naivete, his gawkiness, and his rabbit-in-the-headlights humility have, in the past, encouraged a fierce parental protectiveness in his fanbase that can obviously forgive him entirely for not being overly funny. Last night people even laughed at him drinking from his water bottle.

McGregor’s confessions of his sexual ignorance, and his desperation to obtain some level of sexual ‘sophistication’, have been well-documented in the series LukeWarm Sex, and it is safe to assume that most of the audience at his live shows are ardent fans of this ABC-TV series. So why he had to recap the content of a couple of the episodes from the series in his live show was beyond this reviewer. Is he that short on material these days?

The fact that he declared proudly that, at last, he has a regular girlfriend and said repeatedly that he now has ‘sex regularly’, high-fiving the front row each time he said so, was actually akin to saying; ‘I’ve just killed the golden goose’.

His main seam of comedy gold has dried up. His lack of luck in the bedroom had been his ‘go-to’ zone in his gags. It has become his comic signature.

Now he’s just like everybody else – and suddenly adult enough to fend for himself, and his guardian audience are no longer required.

We now have to judge him alongside all of the big boys and girls in the stand-up arena. And when we do so, his jokes about whether it’s alright to defecate in front of your significant other don’t sound like innocent enquiry anymore, but more like tacky, puerile scatological humour of the worst kind.

Way too much of his show revolves around tired techniques such as the questioning of the audience to fill up time, and repeatedly using awkward longish pauses that last to the point where people find them uncomfortable, and subsequently feel that they have to fill the silence with confused laughter.

There were really only one or two laugh out loud moments in the show. I do not think that’s good value in a one hour show.

Luke McGregor is a nice guy, and no-one begrudges him his success, but I hope he does not come to look back on this current show, Almost Fixed It, and have to acknowledge that it actually represented the time that he Almost Broke It.

Rating: 2 stars

Luke McGregor’s show Almost Fixed It is on at The Corona Theatre, The Garden Of Unearthly Delights. Most nights are sold out.