Andrew O'Neill: Futuristicelectrodeathninja 9000
Show type: Edinburgh Fringe 2007
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Andrew O’Neill’s is a show of two halves, though frustratingly neither of them seem to contain the comedy.
The first strand is a puerile surrealism, exemplified by the way he comes on dancing with a ram’s head on, accompanied by sidekicks as a pig and an elephant. He then serves up lots of juvenile sub-sub-sub-Vic-and-Bob style nonsense that takes little effort to dream up.
Imagine a man with a sparrow living in his head, or Ronnie Corbett slipping slowly into the sea, or a disabled owl dancing the Macarena with a spoon. One of those isn’t in the show, but it took as long to think of it as it did to type it, and is no substitute for wit. It’s just the sort of randomness a teenage Boosh fan might scrawl on the exercise book, but this is O’Neill’s fifth Fringe, and he really ought to have grown out of it.
The sparse weeknight audience weren’t going for it at all, and no amount of banter from rock casualty O’Neill would turn it around, although one up-for-it American dope smoker did seem to warm to him.
The second strand to his show is storytelling; and he turns out to be very good at that, as he recounts the time he got into a fight on a London night bus with a homophobic moron.
O’Neill held the audience completely with this tale, skilfully told and descriptively evocative of the sequence of events that led him to be brawling on the top deck. But funny it ain’t, even though you have to admire his willingess to take a stand when provoked.
There are few other segments – some vaguely topical stuff about the Pope being offensive to Muslims is solid but unspectacular, some nonsense about an electric toothbrush long-winded with a disappointing payoff, and another surreal yarn about befriending a fox is as bad as his earlier forays into nonsesne.
The whole show is wrapped in the idea that everything, including the audience, is the product of a five-year-old boy’s imagination as he lies on his deathbed. Again, when O’Neill brings this scenario to a conclusion with his sensitive storytelling, he has the room transfixed. Again, there’s no jokes in it.
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett
Anonymous - 20/08/2011
Andrew O'Neill is brilliant. I recently heard him re-do his bit about the man with the sparrow living in his head and it is one of the funniest things I have ever heard.
Jay Williams - 08/09/2007
No jokes? NO JOKES? I laughed from start to finish. Mainly at the JOKES. O'Neill is bloody wonderful - silly, sharp, beautifully surreal and totally cliche-free.
Chris Aylett - 30/08/2007
Loved this show. Original, touching and hilarious.
Gareth - 29/08/2007
By far the funniest act of the festival - entertaining from start to end, I barely stopped laughing.
mike O\' neill - 13/08/2007
I saw this show twice it was daring, different, innovative and a whole lot of laughs. This is what the fringe should be and not just a load of samey repeats.
Steve Hadden - 06/08/2007
His shoulders may be made of cork,but his show is made of crap. I can't believe I threw my money away watching this useless ego parade his false wackiness. I'm ashamed that I have contributed to this pretentious idiot's wage. Avoid this show.
Steve Aylett - 31/07/2007
Andrew O'Neill's shoulders are made of cork.