David Correos: Better Than I Was The Last Time
- Craig Angus
- 16 August 2019
Uncertainly and lack of direction hold back this potential cult act
Last year David Correos did some astonishingly undignified things on stage, inspiring displays of devotion and outraged walk-outs in equal doses. In 2019 he talks openly with the audience about his struggle to find a comedy voice while his plan for this year amounted to not eating cat food and doing 'relatable shit', ostensibly going for the happy medium.
Tonight's edition of Better Than I Was The Last Time is a car crash. It seems Correos still has one eye on the good old days, with almost half of the hour spent recalling the stunts that brought him notoriety. He indicates that, actually, he'd quite like to have done more of the gruesome stuff again and mocks anodyne observational comedy. Then he promptly does an all-too fleeting slice of very good observational comedy, going into detail about his Filipino heritage and barbecues back home in New Zealand. Material on emailing his drug dealer and pretending to be a young professional simply revels in self-deprecation, humorously painting a believable and sympathetic portrait of him.
Anti-comedy this isn't. David Correos hasn't committed to anything, and the uncertainty is all too evident. He has charisma to spare and an exuberant way in delivering his lines. He could easily be a cult favourite, but before his next visit he needs to figure out what he's good at and what he actually wants to be.
Gilded Balloon Patter Hoose, until 26 Aug, 10.15pm, £9–£10 (£8–£9).