Nik Coppin: Half Blak

Note: This review is from 2007

Review by Steve Bennett

Nik Coppin is obliged to perform his show slightly to the left of the thoroughfare between kitchen and dining room, the bar and the ladies’ loo. It’s a busy place, and one inconsiderate of the comedian’s art.

Nik uses the resultant traffic to his advantage, welcoming latecomers, waiters and cross-legged lasses with admirable charm, and gaining much needed padding in the process. He’s a likeable guy.

Having located the American stooges and given them a friendly nudge about Iraq, he teases the guy who’s come to see the show a second time, attempts to generate a little Anglo-Celtic friction, and there, he has rambled away the first half hour very pleasantly. This, after all, is the free festival, and an anarchic groove is to be expected.

Here and there Nik returns to the theme the show ostensibly revolves around; his mixed race parentage, but he hasn’t thought this through. So he explains how the Welsh gave us dolphins, does a little bit of cricket and has a bit of a go at Cherie.

And as the hour whittles away it begins to look like our very suave host has little more than geniality to offer, certainly he doesn’t care to shatter the mood by expressing any contentious opinions.

With little more than a few anecdotes about his recent travels in Australia, and a tiny foray into his fear of venomous spiders, there is nothing here with enough depth to be fulfilling. Terrible shame, because he seems such a nice bloke.

Reviewed by: Chloe Smith

Review date: 1 Jan 2007
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett

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