Kieran Boyd: Egg
- Claire Sawers
- 18 August 2016
This article is from 2016
Tepid self-mocking solo affair from WitTank guy
The egg never quite hatches in this debut solo hour from Kieran Boyd, as he soldiers bravely through a set of predictable international stereotypes and mostly fruitless audience interrogation. Australians are criminals, Germans are obsessed with efficiency, the Northern Irish are aggressive, the French have a devil-may-care attitude: it's not exactly reinventing the wheel. As his warm-up 'bants', it gets a pretty tepid response from the crowd in this pub attic.
Once described as 'Benedict Cumberbatch's lesbian sister', Boyd turns the gags on himself, mocking the silver spoon in his motivationally challenged, southern Jessie mouth, and revealing his embarrassing tendency to faint at any sight of blood, even in a film. His impression of his blustering, rude great-uncle is a definite highlight, but there's not enough of the funny stuff to carry along his hour of sports-based jokes, Masterchef deconstruction and heavy metal appreciation.
As one third of the sketch trio WitTank, alongside Naz Osmanoglu and Mark Cooper-Jones, he proved he had talent in spades for nutso satire and bizarre character skits. It's a shame he hasn't quite cracked it here as a solo act.
Gilded Balloon at the Counting House, until 29 Aug, 4.45pm, £5 or Pay What You Want.