Review by Steve Bennett

Paul Foot is a master of his style, but that style is difficult to pigeonhole. He is surreal at times but bases almost all of his observations on the most mundane normalities. He is not an act that launches himself across the stage but he is physical, using small moves to add to the laughs, or an unexplained raising of the knee to punctuate his stories.

Foot doesn’t have a theme. He was billing this as an improvised show but it features a lot of material that he has done before, for which he makes no apologies, as he launches into an excessively long rant about the way we all behave in hotels. The observations are so bland and commonplace that the sheer oddness hearing the statement about neatly folded toilet paper or tightly tucked sheet create the laughs rather than the material itself. The flick of pace into his surreal and almost psychotic rant about doll-collecting B&B owners is more inventive, but loses a few members of the audience with its randomness.

Foot has not only carved his niche in the comedy genres but now claims to have invented a new style of delivery with narrated mimes. Using a love story he created a ridiculously long and incredibly basic mime of a man having sex, before Foot launched into the audience and started rubbing up against them.

Almost indescribably silly and wacky Foot provides something unique. It would benefit from more structure and one or two more guaranteed laughs, but if you’re already a fan, it’s an enjoyable show.

Reviewed by: Corry Shaw

Review date: 1 Jan 2008
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett