COMEDY CARL BARRON ASSEMBLY @ ASSEMBLY HALL (VENUE 35) HHHHH
By the time you’ve been kept waiting in the rain, shushed down corridors and nearfrogmarched into seats in the searingly hot hall by the Assembly staff, you’re needing a laugh. happily, Carl Barron has brought plenty from Australia, with some very sharp observational comedy. It’s all firmly rooted in Barron’s own view of the world, which I’d characterise as “perplexed’” he’s puzzled by the things people say, bemused by the things they do … he’s even weirded out by how happy a wee twirl on his heels make him. Growing up, there’re the things his parents said, as opposed to what they meant; the weird kid in class; the nun … they’re all familiar areas for humour, but not all comics can put it across as well as Barron. he even finds comedy in flip-flops (which, in passing, he admitted wearing with socks; the Assembly audience was far too polite to snicker).
Barron is as dry as Australia’s deserts, putting well-tested material across with the skill that’s seen him win numerous awards. he’s even funnier when he goes off-script, ordering one girl to the proper exit as she galumphed down the stairs in search of a toilet, and teasing her pals as they called her the “most loveliest, most beautifulled gir-rul ever”. he wasn’t being mean, just allowing the punters to enter more directly into his comedy world. And he does a stonkingly good French accent as he describes a trip to Paris. he also points out why being a comic gets you nowhere with airport authorities.
the hour passes quickly, with Barron demonstrating that he’s as good at physical comedy as he is at verbal. this is Barron’s first visit to the Fringe – let’s hope it’s not his last.
Until 29 August. Today 8:20pm.
Make sure you catch the perplexity of Carl from Down Under while you can