The Barry Delusion
- Murray Robertson
- 25 August 2015
This article is from 2015.
A short but not always sweet set riddled by disorganised thoughts
Somewhere within Barry Ferns' 35-minute set there's a decent show trying to get out. Sadly, it's buried under half-formed ideas and a whole lot of filler. We're off to a good start as he riffs with the audience and while he's no master of ad-lib, his casual manner is charming enough and gets a small but game audience onside with ease.
Unhappy at being named ‘Barry’, he goes along the downtrodden path and his initial observations generally hit the mark. His accents, however, are all over the place, and while it's a failing of which he's acutely aware, his use of a Chinese accent to usher in a skit on racism is unnecessarily clumsy.
There's some decent stuff about his ethical conflicts when shopping in Primark, and the paradox of happy ending massages, but Ferns frequently trips himself up over disorganised thoughts. Rarely pausing to compose himself, he races through a short set without getting properly stuck into his targets. He freely admits it's a work-in-progress; here's hoping he's right at the start of that process.
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