What was originally billed as John Robertson’s
Prior to the show Robertson had told me it was a work in progress, and indeed he fulfilled on this promise.
Prior to the show Robertson had told me it was a work in progress, and indeed he fulfilled on this promise. There were signs of structure, for instance when he shouted “Who has ever laughed at a funeral?” which sounded like we were starting to flirt with a script, but his material was blossoming off the back of our reactions and thus in the full hour we were only treated to the one dark anecdote.
Robertson was on form tonight, and sixty minutes of improv flew by all too quickly. He confessed himself that the show the previous night was not well received, but as we had an audience member who looked like Jesus; one who confessed to be Satan and a third who was miraculously gifted hair under his fedora by mystical forces, what could go wrong? You might not be so lucky, but then perhaps you will bear witness to a scripted performance of the titular show.
As a comedian, Robertson works a room extremely well, handling participation and interaction to customise the performance so no two shows will probably ever be the same. Though this may not be A NIfty History of Evil as described on the flyer, the insane personality and charisma that Robertson possesses did not allow the energy to falter and his final act (which he choreographed using audience members as the show progressed) was greeted with massive applause from those still in their seats.