Carl Hutchinson: All the Rage
Not so rage-worthy incidents but easy going delivery from Manchester based comedian
This article is from 2013.
Carl Hutchinson's show is about rage. Not just rage, but stomach-turning, eyeball-twitching, blood-boiling, capital letters RAGE. However the general premise, that he'll be talking us through the moments in his life where he experienced magnificent, uncontrollable indignity, is defused by each of these moments being not particularly rageworthy. An abundance of naked men in gym changing rooms; the phrase 'excuse me mate, this is a queue'; people who fully recline their seat on an aeroplane: not only just mildly annoying rather than aneurysm-worthy, but also fairly middle of the road material.
Hutchinson does have an amiable, easy going manner, wearing his wild-eyed emotions on his face, and it is easy to laugh along. But his reliance on overly long physical comedy segments and too obvious pause-for-laugh moments detract from his easiness. Warming up in the latter half of the show, Hutchinson tells a cracking account of accidental train-based racism and does admit the hypocrisy in his easily aggravated nature, but it feels a bit too little too late.
Underbelly, Bristo Square, 0844 545 8252, until 25 Aug, 9.30pm, £8.50–£10 (£7–£9).