Keith Dover: The Ustinov Files

Note: This review is from 2002

Review by Steve Bennett

This one-joke show has barely enough invention to sustain five minutes, yet alone a full-length show.

The pretence is that Dover plays a Cockney electrician who just happens to be friends with some of the leading lights in British theatre.

So he regales the audience with numerous over-extended anecdotes about highbrow celebrities doing mundane, everyday things. Think Stella Street without the impressions.

Thus he moans about Helen Mirran stealing his mashed potatoes, tells of when Dame Judi Dench sang karaoke, or details the supposed feud between Peter Ustinov and Steven Berkoff, culminating in a fight at a pub trivia night.

These interminable anecdotes are all illustrated with Photoshopped pictures, placing Dover alongside the thespians, Zelig-style.

It's all performed in the style of a likeable braggard recounting stories you know to be untrue - and it must be well-done, as it really does simulate the feeling of being trapped by a pub bore for an hour.

There aren't any jokes. Well, maybe three, tops. And not really much point to the ramblings, which don't have enough variation in pace, style or certainly content to hold an audience's interest. Disappointing.

Review date: 1 Jan 2002
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett

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