Jack Tucker: Comedy Stand-Up Hour
- Brian Donaldson
- 5 August 2019
Lumpen hour about a lame comic
When Les Dawson played the piano terribly, it was so convincing only because he was very accomplished on that instrument. Zach Zucker has energy to burn and technical physical ability in spades, but whether he has the innate stand-up ability to pull off being a deliberately awful solo comedian is open to debate. Best known for his semi-surrealist tomfoolery with stage partner Viggo, in the last couple of years he's produced his own anti-comedy sets in which audiences have been sorely put to the test.
Here, he's created a more obvious persona, Jack Tucker, a terrible comic with an opinion of himself way out of proportion with his qualities who is best described as a Neil Hamburger on more uppers and brimming with desperation. He spills his drink, he falls over, he's unkempt and a bit sleazy-looking, with his flies down and suit drenched in something unpleasant, but while Hamburger's addled misanthropy is textured and compelling, Zucker / Tucker simply irritates with repetitive sound effects and infantile 'jokes'.
In order to break up the less than distinguished mugging, the scene occasionally switches to his tortured inner monologue, where he wishes he was somewhere else on the planet … sometimes jokes can write themselves.
Underbelly Cowgate, until 25 Aug (not 14), 9.20pm, £10–£11 (£9–£10).