David Mills: Shame!
- Marissa Burgess
- 9 August 2016
This article is from 2016
Elegant and measured hour that would be a shame to miss
Rather than hiding in a tiny nook behind a black-out curtain in an undignified manner, David Mills awaits us on stage, kicking back on a stool and sporting an immeasurably stylish Mad Men-era suit. Nor does his ineffable cool end with this opening image, as this hour of material is certainly an elegant one.
Shame! is a measured routine that neatly, as you might expect, travels full circle to conclude its otherworldly meeting between Mills and a burqa-clad neighbour in the communal space of his flats. In between, he casts an eye – with one brow sharply arched – over the political and the personal, from his Taiwanese boyfriend's annoyance at Mills' continued insistence in describing himself as 'single status' to the satirical fare of mouthy Brixton kids taking Syrian jobs.
Big laughs come from apparent effortlessness on our subtle and sardonic host's part: Beyoncé's making of Lemonade from her life lemons just requires him to shoot a withering look as encouragement for us to form our own punchline. The show moves on to explore the nature of celebrity with tales of his recent appearance in a film alongside Meryl Streep undercut by a story about a ludicrous and unlikely gathering of famous offspring. A truly class act.
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