David Mills: The Gospel Truth
Archly evasive persona of American ex-pat unleashes a gutful of ire
This article is from 2013.
David Mills seems to hate everything. A dank cave in The Hive is the perfect setting for this irascible troll (not the internet kind). Dapperly dressed, the London-based American ex-pat unleashes a gutful of ire under the pretence of offering advice.
From beards to tattoos to Scottish independence to gay marriage – actually, all marriage – no quarter is safe from Mills' sarcastic disdain. Forget pandering to the audience, this is more like an evisceration. Mills gets away with it though by knowing when to hold back and when to let rip. He maintains tight control over the pace and tone and just when his cattiness threatens to sour the joke, he throws in a little vulnerability. The final set piece is a demonstration of the proper use of dynamics.
The copious local references slip perilously close to becoming an exercise in ticking boxes, but Mills' archly evasive persona, which casts constant doubt over which barbs he believes and which are tossed out for effect, keeps things interesting.
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