Dan Clark: Me, My Selfie and I
Enjoyably bitter observations about love and shame at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe
This article is from 2014.
Richard Herring once did a show about how anxious he was feeling at having just entered his fifth decade. You can really sense that something similar is on the horizon from Dan Clark who can’t quite believe how he has managed to get this elderly (he’s 38, for pity’s sake).
The standard by which he measures himself is his father (don’t worry, it’s not yet another ‘dead dad’ show) who we get to see on screen at the same age. Clark Jr concludes that his pop had done masses of other stuff by then and is of a generation who are capable of doing the simplest of practical tasks which prove to be mission impossible for this generation of fellas; if that all sounds like the kind of thing Jason Manford might tackle, well, you’d be right because he has.
Although Clark blames the somewhat sparsely-attended show as something to do with it being ‘Black Wednesday’ at the Fringe, he does soldier on through his material in a professional if not entirely sparkling manner. Plus, there are weird flaws, such as the scene where he imagines waiting on a dinner date in a technological age when you simply made an arrangement by mouth or landline assuming it would be kept. Yet, at one point in his tale, he alludes to making a call to get himself out of the situation with what you could only describe as a ‘mobile phone device’.
Nonetheless, this is all full of enjoyably bitter observations about love and shame which helps to raise Dan Clark’s hour above the mundane.
Pleasance Dome, run ended.