Mark Silcox: I Can Cure
- Murray Robertson
- 8 August 2017
This article is from 2017
Infuriating and pointless exercise full of awkwardness and silence
Mark Silcox presents what he describes as a two-part lecture focusing first on cough medicine and then on the origins of homosexuality. He further intersperses I Can Cure with erratic diversions on hydrogen, quantum physics and atheism, but there's no rhyme nor reason to the collapsing structure of what ensues.
Silcox is not a gifted performer: he talks in a jumbled monotone, much of which is incomprehensible, and is painfully uncharismatic. It's most likely that Silcox is deliberately sabotaging his own set but whether or not his act is an affectation matters little: there's absolutely nothing funny about it. During one of the many times he disappears off-stage, one audience member turns to another and astutely observes, 'he makes Ed Aczel look like Michael McIntyre'.
Halfway through the show, Silcox decides to play some music while he boils chickpeas in a kettle. He spends about three minutes trying to get the music to play, during which time he's completely silent. Rounding things off with a failed science experiment – a hydrogen-filled balloon that plummets to the ground when it's supposed to rise – serves as an apt metaphor for the whole endeavour before his phone rings while he's still performing. As a lecture, I Can Cure is nonsensical, infuriating and pointless. As a comedy show, it's even worse.
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