David Trent: This Is All I Have
Strong satire let down by flaccid finale
This article is from 2013.
Cassetteboy meets stand-up in David Trent’s new Fringe show. The follow-up to last year’s debut success, Trent has brought along his trusty PowerPoint once more to unpick the hidden subtext of modern advertising, corporate oligarchs who are slowly but surely monitoring our every move and even some hard-hitting stuff on Dawn Porter and anal hygiene.
Just as with last year, this is a slick set that relies almost completely on the success of its AV accompaniment. Trent has mashed clips together, intercut politics with business and deconstructed the inherent lunacy of TV sales pitches for a superbly observed hour of scathing satire.
It’s strange watching Trent sometimes, however. On the one hand, he conforms to a certain stereotype of the portly, angry, middle-aged male who vents about the idiocy of yuppie society, but also confounds it by addressing issues with creativity, novelty and comic flair. This paradox is left hanging in the air at the crux of the set: an utterly lazy final section which flattens the routine. We’re in bailout territory by the end, which spoils a fruitful hour of critical comedy.
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