Will Adamsdale: Facetime (4 stars)

This article is from 2019

Will Adamsdale: Facetime

A comedic masterclass about shame and regret as a former winner plays the ultimate loser

Sometimes you look around a busy Fringe room or stand in a packed queue before a show and wonder how such a large gathering has been drawn to a relatively unknown act. Conversely, when only seven people slope into a spacious room to see a former Perrier Award winner, something doesn't quite add up. There's probably an old pub joke to be made about the fact that on this day, there were three Edinburgh Comedy Award winners in a room, one on stage and two in the audience.

At times, when you hear Will Adamsdale's story of failed ambitions and the way in which lives don't turn out exactly as you imagine they might, it's tempting to picture him physically stopping people from attending in order to maximise the pathos of his hour. What people are missing is very close to a masterclass as Adamsdale wraps himself around his mic stand, his life contorting out of all control. This is mainly down to the three-year-old son who appears to have his father living in complete acquiescence while his wife carries on her Netflix binges without him.

Emasculated by his offspring and spouse, as well as the puppet who is blamed for taking away a major employment opportunity, Facetime produces anecdotal nuggets which absolutely drip with shame and embarrassment. Still funny for any audience, but with a couple of his comedy brethren in the room, the recurring sequences about his victory at the 2004 Edinburgh Fringe, and the way in which glories recede through time, goes down a storm. It barely needs saying, but why more people are not sampling Will Adamsdale's Facetime is a total mystery.

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Will Adamsdale: Facetime

  • 4 stars

Fight in the Dog He won the 2004 Perrier Award in 2004 but, lets face it, he’s hardly kicked on has he? This show will be about failures, really (his, generally). And time. And the three-year-old son who recently said, ‘let’s leave him in the woods’. Expect stories of staggering technical incompetence! Songs of the quiet…