This article is from 2006.
Too many comedians blame their audience when gigs don’t dazzle and, while I genuinely sympathise, that doesn’t strike me as laudable professional conduct. But Simon Amstell really seems to have a problem with his punters. Because there’s quite a young, Popworld-adoring contingent paying to be in the room with him, his good material doesn’t get the appreciation it deserves, which in turn puts him off his stride and leads to disappointing moments.
Still, Amstell is an especially fine (if structurally traditional) comedian who shines like a dandy’s buckle when he plays on his Jewishness, and all that inspires. His skill at capturing that comic space between wanting to be ethically decent and being too human is beautifully observed. All he needs to do is learn to ignore the kids’ responses and trust his own talent. (Ashley Davies)
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