Trevor Browne - I Think... I Am
Barnstormingly bad character creation
This article is from 2012.
From horrible start to dreadful finish, I Think … I Am is just god-awful wrong. Hamming up the role of a former folk-rock god who is trying to reclaim his previous glory, Browne treats us to some pre-show ‘entertainment’ which has us paying heed to tediously long footage of everyone from Ringo Starr to Barack Obama proclaiming Browne’s seeming genius. Except the screen is at such an angle and height that it’s only properly accessible to the front row. That’s is the kind of exquisite attention to detail which encapsulates the paucity of this hour.
After that false start, Browne delivers 60 minutes of lame gags, tortured theatrics, poor songs, a poem that defies description and flat audience interaction, with one female fan’s lonely glass-cutting laugh almost a welcome distraction from the painful goings-on in front of us.
Of course, we’ve seen this deluded megalomaniac character many times before and it’s a creation that can still be work well if moulded by the right hands and with spot-on writing. This is a classic case of so bad, it’s just plain bad. Legendary, but not in a good way.
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