- Miles Fielder
- 21 August 2009
This article is from 2009.
Brash comic’s storytelling mash-up
Justin Moorhouse kicks off his show by taking issue with a review from last year’s Fringe that likened him to a cross between Roy ‘Chubby’ Brown and Coldplay. It’s hard to see the comparison between the drippy bleeding heart liberal rockers and Moorhouse, who is unashamedly non-PC. It’s harder, though, to accept him being hurt by the comparison to the foul-mouthed Geordie comic
Moorhouse’s new show is built around the idea, lifted from film theory, that there are seven basic stories to be told: comedy, tragedy, the quest, the hero’s return, etc. Each narrative archetype provides Moorhouse with a jumping off point, from which he takes a giant leap into a series of stream-of-consciousness rants about, variously, though by no means comprehensively, dwarves, sex, Salford, bankers, the recession and those infernal Fringe critics. Moorhouse can certainly hold a crowd, partly through his breathless, high-decibel delivery and partly through his liberal heckling of audience members. I’ll wager he could beat ‘Chubby’ Brown at his own game. And, for the record, Moorhouse is much funnier.
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