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Daniel Kitson: Where Once Was Wonder
Live Review
Melbourne International Comedy Festival

It’s a plaintive cry that goes out in a million tearful, drunken arguments: ‘You don’t know me. You don’t know who I am…’ Well, Where Once Was Wonder offers Daniel Kitson’s infinitely more eloquent, nuanced and ambiguous take on the same idea.

First impressions count; and the most striking thing here is that the once-hirsute Kitson is shorn of the scraggly beard and unkempt hair that, much to his chagrin, came to define him. Piqued that a look like his, complete with thick-rimmed glasses and cardigans, somehow became hijacked as a cuddly, earthy ‘brand’ by soulless marketers, he boldly took to the razor and now appears clean-shaven and almost entirely bald. He admits it’s a ‘departure, head-wise’.

But rest assured, he is no stand-up Samson, and his powers of tender, insightful, opinionated comedy remain intact. Which is a good job, since this is about 100 minutes of a man talking largely about why he shaved his beard off.

Or more precisely, it’s a show about identity. About how we are defined by our appearance, our friends, or our deeds.

Or, in Kitson’s own words, it’s a show about life (what show isn’t?) which he considers ‘a series of impossible things that slowly become inevitable’. And that explains the title.

This is told through three main stories, the beard-shaving; his rash decision to declare his unrequited to love to a friend; and the time he found himself cutting the head off a baby pig. But far from being straightforward anecdotes, these allow Kitson to muse on the big issues such as individuality and despondency, as well as offering his opinions on more everyday matters, such as tattoos and the British stand-up boom.

The latter subject prompts expected complaints about the commoditisation of comedy and his fears of becoming part of it, which is why he shuns any sort of media profile.

But, perhaps afraid of being pigeonholed, there are deliberately less certainties in his viewpoint than you might expect, and the entire, elegantly constructed narrative is built on such shifting sands, which means he tweaks expectations delightfully. But it also suits his contradictory nature of a grumpy misanthropist who romanticises what humans are truly capable of.

This is Kitson’s first straight stand-up show in a while, but lack of staging aside, it is thematically not too far removed from his more recent theatrical monologues, save that the pensive stories are about himself, rather than some fictional construct. Certainly the mesmerising storytelling is intact.

But alongside articulate periods of navel-gazing about the human condition, the format allows him to break the storyteller’s fourth wall, and sporadically inject more of his own personality – and more silliness – into the mix.

For although he has a hard-earned reputation as a comedy philosophiser, he’s not above using the oldest and corniest pun about being ‘in denial’ about something. Yet while his persistence and playfulness makes this gag transcend the lame wordplay, he nonetheless celebrates it at the same time. And this naffness comes from a man who minutes later is musing on life being the ‘incremental death of hope’, in one of the segments that momentarily put the chuckles on hold while he supplies the intelligent context.

Of course, someone as self-aware as Kitson knows his own brilliance, and boasts about it endlessly. But he achieves what Ricky Gervais can only dream of doing – making the unseemly arrogance seem tongue-in-cheek and endearing, rather than simply rampant, unpleasant egotism. That he is a master of language and imagery certainly helps, and his extended analogy about his conversational potency, prompted by an exchange with a witlessly cynical New York bookseller, is hilariously sublime.

In one of his many pithy lines that deserve a place in a future book of quotations, Kitson offers the opinion that ‘certainty is a failure of imagination’. But there’s no uncertainty that this is another beautiful show by a comedian who continues to demonstrate the peaks of emotional complexity of which stand-up is capable – while still ensuring a steady flow of laughs.

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What has happened?! Saw this once fantastic comedian in the worst show I have ever been to. In the early days, he was pant wettingly funny. Now, he comes across as arrogant, frustratingly dis-organised and obviously having no interest in the audience. Completely boring. Example of how success can ruin a man. Shame

Tim, July 2005

I know it sounds like hyperbole but Dan is the standard by which all other comedians should be judged. If you don't believe this go and see him, I defy you not to be converted. Extraordinary and so much more than just comedy.

Ryan, May 2005

Daniel is the comedy king. pure and simple! Long live the king.

Anthony Jones, March 2005

Odd, engaging and very, very funny. It's a shame he shuns TV work.

Derren, February 2005

Saw Daniel Kitson at the Dancehouse on Saturday and he was as funny and charming as when I last saw him there in 2003. It is life-affirming to see a comedian who rips the shit out of idiotic, bullying lad culture, whilst not being afraid to expose his own weaknesses and fears - and who swears like a particularly inventive trooper.

Mike Wakefild, February 2005

I have to give a mixewd review. It was a decent show - butone too many empty spaces - his attention wanders and so did mine. Still, there is quality and I'd certainly recommend going to see him. Value for money entertainment.

Greendogg, February 2005

I find it hard to believe that a better comedian exists. Hard to fault

Jonny, January 2005

Looked lovely in his pants at Tattershall Castle last night.

Spong, January 2005

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