David Elms: Mister Boy
- Claire Sawers
- 26 August 2015
This article is from 2015.
A memorable surreal-ish set going against his vanilla grain
Mild of manner, and neat of haircut (as he’s keen to point out very early on), the deeply affable David Elms offsets his nice guy, vanilla demeanour with some surreal flourishes; not to mention an outstanding blast of lip-syncing to Whitney Houston. The shyness that he opens with (‘go easy on me’, he simpers as he emerges on stage) is all part of his very solid, cleverly constructed act.
It’s not that we don’t believe he really is the humble, devoted, self-deprecating, sometimes soppy and often earnest newly-married husband that he proclaims to be (we do), it’s more that we don’t question his ability to take the crowd with him, wherever he goes.
In the case of this year’s show, where he’s going is inside a candlelit bath with a male audience member, to a monkey wedding, and to his South African hairdresser for daily appointments.
His acting skills and physical comedy provide some of the hour’s highlights (look out for him also in Adam Riches’ Coach Coach over at the Pleasance Dome), as does a constantly morphing ‘underlying theme’ to the show. Although some of his absurd material falls flat, his quietly confident, underplayed delivery makes him memorable.
Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550, until 31 Aug, 6pm, £7.50–£9.50 (£6.50–£8.50).