Expressive material on fatherhood
This article is from 2007.
With impressive comedy credentials already under his belt, including Phoenix Nights and a radio slot on Manchester’s Key 103, Justin Moorhouse is a natural storyteller with an engaging and charming stage presence. Pacing around and waxing lyrical about fatherhood, we are privy to personal reflections on his family and much more: thoughts about everything from nipples to swearing, his ex and penis-shaped pasta are laid bare in soft, gravelly northern tones. Like Peter Kay physically and vocally, and not unlike Alan Bennett linguistically, you can’t not warm to Moorhouse with the complicity he creates within an audience.
Tangentially topic-hopping to whatever comes into his head, Moorhouse takes his mark from deft and well-observed material throughout and is capable of ranting ecstatically with one of the most enthusiastically expressive faces on the Fringe. With his penchant for pies, his efforts at pole-dancing, a sheer exuberance for life and some skill for encapsulating its most insignificant vagaries, Justin Moorhouse is simultaneously down to earth and out of this world.
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