Chris Betts: Social Animal
An hour about humanity stained by the whiff of some unpleasant asides
This article is from 2015.
Having worked in bars almost everywhere, UK-based Canadian Chris Betts insists that he’s in a unique position to analyse the human condition. His contention that watering-holes throw up (metaphorically and, obviously, literally) some of the best and worst in humankind is so apparent that it’s barely worth mentioning never mind using as a starting point for an hour at the Fringe.
That self-evident premise firmly established, we await some tales of revelation and astonishment to actually open up this terrain. Yet, all we are really served up are humdrum snippets about toilet graffiti, 9/11 and pizza, while an incident of betrayal concerning his girlfriend at the time with one of his best buddies (right in front of him) has a rather unpleasant undercurrent of why violence towards women might actually have its upsides after all. He’s on slightly more comfortable footing when analysing the loss of confidence which modern Britain appears to have in itself.
Betts does have an amiable Todd Barry deadpan way about him, but his material isn’t really doing the comic any favours. Announcing beforehand that he records every show, you can only hope that he’s taking some guidance from the playbacks to improve his set.
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