It’s the final weekend of the comedy festival: Here are the shows not to miss

From an existentially challenging joke about bin bags to the Norwegian clown who took out Britain’s Got Talent, here’s what’s going on at this year’s Melbourne International Comedy Festival. Keep an eye on our ever-growing list of reviews here.

Anna Piper Scott | None Of That Queer Stuff
DoubleTree by Hilton, until April 21

Can Anna Piper Scott deliver a show with none of that queer stuff? No, thank goodness. None Of That Queer Stuff is gloriously packed with trans, lesbian, bi, gay, enby (nonbinary) energy and the rest of the alphabet mafia’s best hits. Everyone is welcome, even the straights. After all, they’re the ones with the jobs and incomes, right? She’s an ally.

Everyone is welcome at Anna Piper Scott’s show.

Piper Scott treads masterfully into delicate territory to tease out entertaining truths. As she reassesses which labels she’s shedding and which she’s acquiring, sometimes grudgingly thanks to her partners, the trust she builds with her audience means any jibe about a particular sexuality or gender is taken with the affection it is intended.

Identity can be fluid and life can throw us curveballs. Here, Piper Scott reminds us that whatever our identity, we don’t have to be queer to live queerly. That is, to live without following the assigned script, to follow authenticity and joy and self-expression.
★★★★★
Reviewed by Lefa Singleton Norton

John Kearns | The Varnishing Days
The Westin, until April 21

The Varnishing Days by John Kearns is on at The Westin until April 21.

For 10 years, John Kearns has slapped on a monk’s wig and shoved in some false teeth to deliver comedy as ridiculous as it is profound.

His 2014 Melbourne debut is burnt into the memories of anyone who took a chance on the then-unknown comic. It won the top gong at Edinburgh the same year. This time around, he’s created a kaleidoscopic hour in which the pitfalls of fame (not his), the recipe for confidence (also not his) and the changing of a baby’s nappy (his) coexist within the same moment. It’s rare that a bit about bin bags might prove existentially challenging.

It’s also unexpectedly moving. Kearns is smart but never superior, and while the wig and teeth seem eccentric, they’re just a reminder that we all do our best when we accept that we’re just doing our best. We slap it on and shove them in, whatever that means for us. He just gets more laughs.
★★★★★
Reviewed by John Bailey

Adrian Bliss | Inside Everyone
Malthouse Theatre, until April 21

Inside Everyone by Adrian Bliss is on at Malthouse Theatre until April 21.

It’s a risk to expect an internet sensation who excels at three-minute videos to entertain you for an hour. That’s a lot of three minutes. With Inside Everyone, Adrian Bliss brings some of his most iconic creations – yep, both sperm and worm make an appearance – to the stage in a collection of character-based skits. We open on an atom setting out on a quest for greatness. On this journey our atom takes turns inside iconic historical figures from dinos to Van Gogh(’s ear).

Bliss’ offbeat, deadpan sense of humour translates nicely to the stage through various characters – including Hitler’s Dad’s Other Sperm - who occasionally break into song. It’s a treat to find that he is an adept physical comedic performer, most notably as the Bard himself at the Tenth Annual Globe Theatre Awards. Effort has been made to create a cohesive, entertaining narrative that pulls together various sketches into a satisfying hour.
★★★★
Reviewed by Lefa Singleton Norton

Andrew McClelland and Louisa Fitzhardinge | The Von Donk Family Old-Timey Vaudeville Revue
The Butterfly Club, until April 21

The Von Donks are the “greatest vaudeville story of all time”. It’s just a shame their patriarch and matriarch perished in a freak tap-dancing accident, leaving Lottie and Vaughn on their lonesome to perform the 123-year family retrospective. Born in the 1880s but seemingly immortal, the nautical-clad siblings are simultaneously obsessed and at odds with one another. Do they have what it takes to perform the entire Von Donk back catalogue? Absolutely.

The Von Donk Family Old-Timey Vaudeville Revue by Louisa Fitzhardinge and Andrew McClelland is on at The Butterfly Club until April 21.Credit: Mark Gambino

Expect jaunty, melodiously sung earworms that weave in historical facts, ingenious cultural references and clever puns, accompanied by the deft stylings of pianist-cum-Tupperware mogul Gerald (a standout Greg Lavell); a joke of a magic show that initially makes us roar with laughter at its haplessness before it stuns with its sorcery; silent film re-enactments; singalongs and instructional dances that draw in audience members – and all of it propelled by a propulsive plot.

Constantly on their feet harmonising in perfect unison as they waltz around one another with ease and aplomb, real-life power couple Andrew McClelland and Louisa Fitzhardinge have crafted a meticulous show that’s both an ode to different vaudeville styles of the 20th century and a bloody good time.
★★★★
Reviewed by Sonia Nair

Alex Hines | Putting On a Show
Malthouse Theatre, until April 21

What did I just watch? A psychosexual, Lynchian musical? A dramedy featuring Umbi the Umbilical Cord? A mental breakdown masquerading as stand-up comedy? All of those things.

Putting On a Show by Alex Hines is on at Malthouse Theatre until April 21.

Hines is a big talent with some big ideas. “Do what you love … and it will kill your passion with capitalist greed,” she declares, clearly relishing a packed house howling at her excellent accent work. Hines uses screens, costume changes, and a wonderfully judged late cameo by a minor McDonald’s character to help her unpack some of the trauma she experienced as a kid stuck in a (checks notes) freezer.

This is a rare show where the second half works better than the first (she could lose some of the show-stilting phone calls) as the sassy cheerjerker sings the house down and brings on a leggy character named Glenda to get to the bottom (pardon the fart pun) of how she should end the show.
★★★★
Reviewed by Mikey Cahill

Greg Larsen | Revolting!
Rydges, until April 21

A nostalgic trip in more ways than one, in this show Larsen takes us back to the balmy days of growing up goth in sub-tropical Ipswich, dropping out of school for a string of menial jobs and moving to Brisbane to try to make it in an all-male punk band called the Feminazis.

Peppered with niche references like Ferals, the Lube Mobile kid and Ask Jeeves, young Greg was indeed revolting: against the likes of John Howard, Joh Bjelke-Peterson, American imperialism and the Iraq War.

Also revolting were the obscene videos and wild west chat rooms of the early internet, Larsen’s onstage antics, and a rare concoction of straight lime cordial and magic mushrooms.

Revolting! by Greg Larsen is on at Rydges until April 21.

Just when you think he’s about to make a pointed bit of social commentary he’ll flip it into a filthy punchline.

Equal parts smart and dumb, with perfect yet understated comic timing, Larsen is the anti-hero we all need – and a very, very funny man.
★★★★
Reviewed by Hannah Francis

Julia Masli | ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Chinese Museum, until April 21

Pacing the entirety of the room in Victorian bridal wear, a periscope-shaped torch attached to her head and with a fake leg clutching a microphone enclosing her arm, Estonian clown Julia Masli approaches members of the audience with a single word: “Problem?”

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha by Julia Masli is on at the Chinese Museum until April 21.

As the adage goes, a problem shared is a problem halved – thus lies the crux of the show.

Masli implores the audience to share their grievances with the promise she will help. While they begin mildly: “My car needs servicing” and “My feet hurt” (which led to a foot massage), a sense of purgation takes over the room and our collective guard is let down. “I’m lonely”, “I’m anxious” and “My heart’s broken” are all shared as she then implores the audience to purvey warmth and tenderness. The result? She’ll be taking a multitude of attendees feeling isolated on a trip to the Melbourne Zoo on the final weekend of the festival.

This was all taking place while two other attendees spent the entire of the hour on the stage putting together a chair that Masli had smashed during her introduction (their problem was that they now needed a chair, the show was sold out).

Was it funny? Absolutely. But that was far from the point of the show. At its heart, it’s a declaration of the importance of collective care and the mirth that aiding others can conjure.
★★★★
Reviewed by Tyson Wray

Viggo Venn | British Comedian

Trades Hall, until April 21

What a glorious, joyful romp through a garden of unearthly stupidity.

British Comedian by Viggo Venn is on at Trades Hall until April 21.

While Viggo Venn won over the UK (and professional curmudgeon Simon Cowell) when taking out the 2023 Britain’s Got Talent title, Melbourne comedy aficionados have had a long-time adoration for the Norwegian clown. Having performed here for the best part of a decade with American Zach Zucker, their joint hours and riotous late-night variety show Stamptown has led to a love of his charming idiocy.

Having studied at – you guessed it, Ecole Philippe Gaulier’s lauded French school – Venn is as imbecilic and energetic in a 150-seater as he was in the cavernous British theatres where the aforementioned reality competition was filmed.

The hi-vis vests, recurring Daft Punk soundtrack and manipulation of Eminem’s My Name Is that made him a television phenom all make an appearance. If you’re wary of audience participation, stay far away from the front rows – you may end up proposing to a stranger.

It’s a frenetic patchwork of an hour. When you feel the wheels may have fallen off, you’re quickly assured that you’re in the hands of a master of chaos.

Although, spare a thought for his poor tech – with so many audio/visual cues you can only imagine they’ll have carpal tunnel by the end of the run.

It’s a nonsensically beguiling way to spend an evening.
★★★★
Reviewed by Tyson Wray

Tess Birch | How NOT To Run a Music Festival
Coopers Inn 2, until April 21

Tess Birch is a lawyer by day and comedian/music festival organiser by night. The effortlessly ebullient Melbourne comic got roped into the festival caper seven years ago by her partner and since then, they’ve tried to make Loch Hart Festival a viable (and profitable) escapade.

How NOT To Run a Music Festival by Tess Birch is on at Coopers Inn 2 until April 21.

This is a pacy, crisp hour of Fyre Festival meets Woodstock tales that never lags, contains loads of beautifully written jokes and a PowerPoint presentation packed with callbacks.

Birch paints a vivid picture of shifty characters, including Saffron the flaky vegan, her paranoid colleagues and over-eager coastal police.

She also dishes the dirt on some artists’ rider requests: “They’re called riders because the band are literally taking you for a ride.”

Her permanent smile belies a bait ‘n’ switch approach to punchlines that makes this a very enjoyable and original show. You’ll wince at the hard parts (a story about a non-Native American colleague turning up to her shift wearing Native American headwear) and rejoice at the unlikely heroes (a friend who cleaned up the portaloos without being asked). Brilliant.
★★★★
Reviewed by Mikey Cahill

Demi & David | Comedy Show
The Greek, until April 21

If one’s expectations weren’t already flexible going into an 11pm show, the pre-show disclaimer that this was written in five days “so please be chill” sets the tone.

Comedy Show by Demi and David is on at The Greek until April 21.

Loosely framed around our hosts Demi Lardner and David Correos running an independent grocery store, what follows is raw and fresh – fresh as a Woolworths monster (that’s Demi decked out in branded shopping bags) threatening to squeeze them out of business.

On sale is a smorgasbord of skits and bits, variously silly and incredibly weird.

Segments like “new ways to hold cups”, “how long can I keep this glove on my head for” and “how many eggs can he hold in his hand?” are some of the offerings.

If this were a real store, there’d be a weird spill in every aisle. It has no intention of being polished and therein lies much of its charm.
★★★
Reviewed by Hannah Francis

Felicity Ward | I’m Exhausting!
The Victoria Hotel, until April 21

Felicity Ward’s on home turf for the first time in five years, and much has changed. She’s had a baby. She’s come out as bisexual. She’s now a candidate for transition lenses. What hasn’t changed is her propensity for high-energy, high-octane stand-up.

Much has changed for Felicity Ward.

Seemingly helter-skelter yet virtuosically able to bounce from topic to topic at a frenzied pace without losing her place, Ward skips through the challenges of mothering a “two-foot despot”, post-natal depression and ageing.

Her innate knack for physical comedy – whether it be impersonations of animals or inanimate objects or her sheer multitude of facial expressions – is what solicits the most laughs, but Ward is just as funny in the throwaway lines muttered under her breath, the audience interactions she seamlessly weaves into her routine, the misdirection that makes every punchline all the more unexpected.

The show gathers pace in the second half as Ward finds her groove, but not every bit works. Ward’s material on going from a size 6 to 14 isn’t quite fatphobic but isn’t subversive either, and a dated joke centred on Quorn is mined to exhaustion. But she ends on a rollicking high, underlining just how much the festival has missed Gosford’s queen of comedy.
★★★
Reviewed by Sonia Nair

Adam Kay | This is Going to Hurt
Athanaeum until April 21

This is Going to Hurt is a global phenomenon: a number one best-selling book, a critically acclaimed TV series starring Ben Wishaw, and a stand-up comedy show.

Mainly comprising readings from his diaries, Kay employs his wry way with words to paint variously shocking pictures of his encounters as an NHS trainee doctor.

Adam Kay is at the Athenaeum until April 21.

He’s a dab hand on the keyboard and peppers the readings with pop songs that he’s transformed into macabre medical melodies. Kay’s vocal chops are less impressive, and at times it was difficult to decipher the words, even from the stalls.

Kay’s message about working conditions for young doctors is urgent and transcends borders, with some alarming stats on suicide rates among medical professionals in Australia. There were however some acronyms and references in the show that he might have better adapted for the local crowd. At $70 a pop, you could get more laughs for less at other shows. One for the fans.
★★★
Reviewed by Hannah Francis

Grace Zhang | Cult Sh!t
Storyville Melbourne, until April 21

Our first glimpse of Grace Zhang is her meditating cross-legged onstage amid the soothing sounds of Enya. It is, after all, her dream to destigmatise white girl proclivities – living, laughing and loving – and to claim a slice of the contentment pie for herself.

Cult Sh!t by Grace Zhang is on at Storyville until April 21.

Coming out as “happy” has been harder for Zhang than coming out as bisexual. She takes us on a journey as she charts how she came to emulate one of the most highly maligned states of being in the 21st century.

Zhang zigzags between her desire for more equitable representation in the stoner community, epiphanies about her sexuality, and her disenchantment with living a life of corporate servitude and adhering to the expected mould of a second-generation Asian-Australian. There’s (unconfronting) audience work, a neat narrative arc and a well-earned callback at the end.

Zhang could afford to be more confident in her delivery – the persistent “I’m just kidding” detracts from what is genuinely strong material. But that will come with time – Zhang has constructed a heartwarming yet funny, earnest yet sardonic show that has all the hallmarks of a strong hour of comedy.
★★★
Reviewed by Sonia Nair

Jennifer Wong | The Sweet and Sour Hour of Power
Chinese Museum, until April 21

It takes a big helping of intestinal fortitude to squeeze this many puns into a stand-up show. Many of them are food-related. Wong’s secret sauce is to acknowledge the groaning as a healthy response – and just like that not only are we complicit in the daggy fun, turns out we’re doing “chair yoga”.

The Sweet and Sour Hour of Power by Jennifer Wong is on at Chinese Museum until April 21.

For the last little while, Wong has been reviewing health and wellbeing group classes for The Guardian – partly to keep herself accountable for the exercise she keeps hearing will help her depression. From ballet to tai chi to the spin class from hell, she’s done the hard yards so you don’t have to.

The “sweet” of the show title is apt – it’s G-rated humour you can safely serve to the kids, your gran, or anyone else you don’t want to be next to during an awkward or X-rated bit.
★★★
Reviewed by Hannah Francis

Matthew Vasquez | South American Delight
The Catfish Bar, until April 20

Race comedy can be two things: awfully racist or extremely truthful. Luckily, Matthew Vasquez’s South American Delight doesn’t belong to the former. There are stories about interracial relationships and growing up in public housing, all delivered in a way that is awkward and sincere – not unlike the embroidered Paddington-esque bear on his hoodie.

South American Delight by Matthew Vasquez is on at The Catfish Bar until April 21.

It is almost as if Vasquez desperately wants to release these stories to the world. His segues are noteworthy: he swiftly moves from a story about a tour of Melbourne CBD, to the false enthusiasm needed when applying for jobs in these times, to how he finds himself relating most to a cardboard box.

Three quarters in, we receive a surprise. It’s a story read in person by someone he knows, verbatim from a “picture book” he wrote when younger. This is arguably the highlight of South American Delight which matches Vasquez’s earlier forewarning about anime, what he considers a genre Latinos especially love: “You start off with nothing, you work really hard, you get something.” The payoff is totally worth the (few) duds.
★★★
Reviewed by Cher Tan

Oliver Hunter | Baby on Board
DoubleTree by Hilton, until April 21

Wondering if you’re enough for your baby is surely a common concern of new parents. For disabled parent Oliver Hunter, having well-meaning relatives question how you contribute is an extra kick nobody should have to endure. It does provide a good starting point to explore how any of us make it all work.

Baby on Board by Oliver Hunter is on at DoubleTree by Hilton until April 21.

Baby on Board mines the rich growth stages of life – getting engaged, having your first baby – experiences both unique to everyone going through them, and universal in how many others have done them before and will do them after us.

Hunter describes himself as easy-going, and this is his style as a performer too. Some polish in transitions would aid the flow of the show, but his upbeat and understated style carry it through – even (or perhaps especially) when delivering his cheekier takes (are our old folks being kept alive too long thanks to all these pills they take?). This baby’s in good hands.
★★★
Reviewed by Lefa Singleton Norton

Josh Thomas | Let’s Tidy Up
Arts Centre Melbourne, until April 21

The title of Let’s Tidy Up is … aspirational. No one really expects Josh Thomas, creator of Please Like Me and Everything’s Gonna Be Okay, to clean anything in this hour of stand-up, though the stage could use a little sprucing should the mood ever take him.

Let’s Tidy Up by Josh Thomas is on at Arts Centre Melbourne until April 21.Credit: Daniel Boud

For most of the show, confetti rains down over an obscurely cluttered set. It looks like a TV quiz show championship being filmed in a student share house, and proves a fair frame for the rambling and tangential web that unfolds (for a visual of the show’s narrative structure, Google “spiders on LSD”).

Thomas’ peculiar brand of offbeat comedy doesn’t take long to raise a hot-button issue: the massive increase in autism diagnoses. The comedian discovered he had ADHD back when that was still interesting (and has been diagnosed with autism since then) and allows himself a few uncharitable remarks about the size of the bandwagon.

He isn’t so loose a cannon he’ll risk improvised offence, though. One latecomer excused her tardiness citing “crip time”, and whatever disability quip leapt into Thomas’ mind stayed there. He wrestled with himself internally, before deciding: “I’m not brave enough.”

Shrewdness is a quality I don’t admire in comedians, but it was a rare moment of circumspection in an otherwise unfiltered take on Thomas’ life. Dinner parties. Animal carnage. Tales of Hollywood quirk and debauchery. A comprehensive romantic update that holds it all together.

Let’s Tidy Up is co-written with playwright Lally Katz, whose wacky humour it sometimes recycles. I’m old enough to have seen Katz’s Stories I Want to Tell You in Person (2013), and if this show’s anything to go by, Katz may have the most artistically virulent strain of herpes the world has ever known.

Still, the lion’s share of the material is pure Josh Thomas, and his fans should relish the opportunity to watch live the eccentric charm that’s made him a celebrated figure in Australian comedy.
★★★
Reviewed by Cameron Woodhead

RAW Comedy National Grand Final
Melbourne Hall, April 14

With alumni including Hannah Gadsby, Aaron Chen and Rhys Nicholson, Australia’s largest open mic competition can launch a comedian’s career trajectory into the stratosphere. Having taken out their heats around the country, a dozen budding comics set their sights on the Melbourne Town Hall for a battle royale.

The RAW comedy competition has launched many careers.Credit: TJ Garvie

Nathan Chin opened proceedings strongly acknowledging the “actual”, not the traditional, owners of the land: Chinese property conglomerates. He followed with why it’d be funny to see China invade Australia on January 26. Risky comedic territory? No doubt. But the reward was there.

Stephanie Hare (eventual joint runner-up) followed with cutting barbs about her Christian upbringing and being queer; Aaqib Merchant shared his peculiar penchant for kissing with his eyes open; Jazz Bing recalled her time as a cop and a particularly graphic tale of an offender attempting to conceal their drugs; and Dylan Murphy spoke about the privileges that come with being a bisexual white male.

Jaimeson Gilders equated attractive people that use dating apps to seeing expensive furniture at hard rubbish; Suma Iyer went down a predictable path of Uber Eats gags and self-deprecation; and Kiyanosh Sahebi mined his Iranian heritage and spoke of the oddity that while you can’t drink alcohol there, you can marry your cousin.

Stella Kappos (also joint runner-up) explained her preference to consuming beef stock over regular water; Cam Muratore detailed the perks that come with moving back in with your parents; and Stella Wu regaled the audience with recollections of her childhood in Hong Kong and the racist food-based inclinations of her mother.

Omar Gad was the winner of the 2024 Raw Comedy grand final.Credit: TJ Garvie

However, it was Omar Gad from the Northern Territory who took home the crown with quips comparing stand-up to therapy alongside stories of being cheated on with someone who has a dad bod. He’ll now be jet-setting over to the So You Think You’re Funny? competition at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe to continue the legacy of the next generation of comics that RAW Comedy has unearthed.
★★★
Reviewed by Tyson Wray

Annie and Lena | Have a Talk Show
The Malthouse – Playbox, until April 21

For a few seconds you’d be convinced former child actor Drew Barrymore, in talk-show-host-mode, was on stage at The Malthouse.

Annie and Lena Have A Talk Show is on at The Malthouse – Playbox until April 21.

Annie Lumsden and Lena Moon, acting as production assistants, prime the crowd for a 50-minute foray into “behind the scenes” of a talk show, complete with an applause sign that lights up sporadically, begging for audience validation.

A video vignette, recorded by a prime selection of comic notables including Celia Pacquola (in the audience on this night) is peppered with funny quips. Moon’s impressions are brilliant (her southern drawl is golden) and while a bit “yelly”, Lumsden brims with over-the-top ebullience.

Oddly, there’s an apology for being loud – before and after the show, and an exchange with a bloke in the front row goes nowhere.

Overall, it’s sketch comedy delivered with chaotic exuberance and constant costume changes, and the show builds to a clever climax.
★★★
Reviewed by Donna Demaio

The Ghostlight League | Shakespeare Ghostbusters
St Martins Theatre, until April 13

Shakespeare Ghostbusters does what it says on the box. It’s a re-enactment of the 1984 film rewritten in Shakespearean English, and it’s as much fun as the free-for-alls from those boozehound thesps at Sh!t-faced Shakespeare (whose Macbeth is also showing at this year’s comedy festival).

What makes it work? Nerdlove. Camp devotion to Ghostbusters carries the show, and although there are no plot surprises, there’s comic mystery in how the artists will find novel solutions to cinematic problems through costume, puppetry and lo-fi special effects.

Some of these are unbelievably cute. Want to see Slimer and Zuul in Elizabethan ruffs? This show’s got you covered.

Shakespeare Ghostbusters by The Ghostlight League is on at St Martins Theatre until April 13.

And the actors embrace physical comedy, Shakespearean silliness and pinpoint impersonations of performances (not to mention iconic scenes) from the original movie.

Plus, after the furore the 2016 all-women Ghostbusters remake caused online, a cross-gendered Egon should keep the incels away, and Ghostbusters fans will get a kick out of this improbable and entertaining comic mashup.
★★★
Reviewed by Cameron Woodhead

Samuel Gebreselassie | I’m a Refugee … Get Me Out of Here!
Chinese Museum – Tea Room, until April 21

Samuel Gebreselassie knows that his “name privilege” grants him advantages in life – including benefiting from a cafe giving free coffees to people called “Sam”.

I’m a Refugee ... Get Me Out of Here! by Samuel Gebreselassie is on at Chinese Museum until April 21.

I’m a Refugee ... Get Me Out of Here! is about the everyday microaggressions that Gebreselassie, his family and peers navigate as refugees and migrants. People presuming his colleague Mustafa is named after The Lion King is a frequently used example that illustrates this.

Racism is a tough topic to tackle, relying on the audience’s ability to relate or laugh at their own unconscious bias. For the most part, Gebreselassie’s laidback delivery helps soften the blow in moments that might be considered “triggering”.

Some jokes land more easily than others – a bit explaining why Australia’s reputation for racism supersedes New Zealand’s feels particularly laboured. Investing in a dramaturg would help the routine seem less one-note and structure jokes so that the punchlines land harder.

Nevertheless, a thought-provoking comedic response to the question: “Where are you from?”
★★
Reviewed by Vyshnavee Wijekumar

Annie Louey and Mohammed Magdi | Too Haram to Handle
Melb Town Hall – The Flag Room, until April 21

Fashioned as a comedian couple double-bill, Mohammed Magdi, an Egyptian who’s lived in China for the past 11 years, performs for the first half of Too Haram to Handle, followed by Annie Louey, an Asian-Australian with ancestral roots in Hong Kong and China. There could’ve been interesting material mined from the couple’s asynchrony, but their sets are disparate and barely interact with each other.

Too Haram to Handle by Annie Louey and Mohammed Magdi is on at Melbourne Town Hall until April 21.

With an off-putting delivery style of cheerful abrasiveness, Magdi takes aim at the audience and treads tired ground as he rehashes stereotypes about Chinese people – less punching down, more culturally insensitive and uncomfortable. He has gems in his set – from an entertaining story about an Egyptian paralympic delegation, to the irony of seeking refuge from an authoritarian state in China – but many of his punchlines devolve into lewdness.

Louey’s set is smoother as she chronicles the challenges of a long-distance relationship, her mother’s racism, and a particularly regrettable incident that kickstarted her courtship with Magdi, but there are also callbacks to jokes that didn’t land the first time and overly long setups with minimal payoff.

Ending with an “ask me anything” segment that prolongs the awkwardness, Too Haram to Handle has flashes of brilliance but never quite gets there.
★★
Reviewed by Sonia Nair

Andy Balloch | Killing Time
Motley Bauhaus Theatrette, until April 21

After his Golden Gibbo-nominated Am I the Drama last year, Andy Balloch returns to the Comedy Festival with a show full of ideas, but that has no idea what to do with them.

The premise of his newest sketch show is muddy from the outset and it only gets more unclear as it goes on. Dressed in funeral-black sequins, Balloch moves helter-skelter from personal anecdotes about his loveable grandmother to soap box sermons about growing up gay; from deep dives into the effects of the AIDS crisis to absurd sketches about camp cult leaders.

Killing Time by Andy Balloch is on at Motley Bauhaus Theatrette until April 21.

Balloch is likable and incredibly charming, but even he can’t soften the emotional and tonal whiplash of a segue that goes from imagining the death toll of the HIV epidemic to fangirling over Ginuwine’s classic ’90s banger, Pony.

A final call to “make every moment count” comes across as a last-ditch effort to tie things together neatly with cringy sentimentality. Balloch might settle into the show better as the season continues, but at the moment it’s a disappointing follow-up to last year’s success.
★★
Reviewed by Guy Webster

Jay Wymarra | AmaJayus
Trades Hall – Archive Room, until April 21

Jay Wymarra is really, really good at singing, but there might not be much else apart from that. AmaJayus is billed as a “queer-feral rock opera”, and while that isn’t false advertising per se, the narrative is thin. The show involves Wymarra speaking to an imaginary “boy”, a version of him that we assume is a kind of shadow self to his “pansexual, pancontinental” present.

AmaJayus by Jay Wymarra is on at Trades Hall until April 21.

There’s not much to laugh about across the show. Some of the laughter that did come – during particularly camp moments, or when there were pauses between transitions – felt as though they were from a place of confusion or discomfort. Outfit changes are sloppy, and although Wymarra may well be attempting to break a fourth wall, there is a certain amateurish quality about it. Many interactions with the “boy” seem as if he is using AmaJayus as a vehicle to project self-loathing.

I will reiterate: Wymarra is excellent at singing, but otherwise would surely be better off at Fringe as a cabaret show. Whatever he may be trying to subvert isn’t cutting it.
★★
Reviewed by Cher Tan

Sonny Yang | Tales from My Immigrant Father: A Serious & Poignant Show About Culture for a Pretentious Audience
Trades Hall – Archive Room, until April 21

Sonny Yang’s sketch comedy begins on a sombre note: with a black-and-white slideshow chronicling his father’s life in Burma and a familiar soliloquy, expanding on themes of fractured cultural identity, a disconnect with the homeland and a desire to rediscover his father, and in the process, himself. It seems as though Yang is laying the groundwork for the classic migrant story so he can dismantle it, speak against it.

Tales from My Immigrant Father: A Serious & Poignant Show About Culture for a Pretentious Audience by Sonny Yang is on at Trades Hall – Archive Room, until April 21.

Cue an absurdist turn in the show when Yang receives news that his father has died. A pre-recorded, prolonged Zoom call with his father’s blended white and Burmese family plays out – Yang trying to get a word in while the most aggravating caricatures of middle Australia take centre stage. Further strange things happen.

The show is less about skewering the migrant stereotype than it is about lambasting the many faces of white Australia: the fetishising Bali-loving uncle, the wine enthusiast, the boastful mum. The problem is: even if the depictions ring true, none of it is particularly funny. A talking goldfish elicits the most laughs.

There are seeds of interesting explorations of model minorities and the ridiculousness of the arts, but these ideas never fully come together convincingly.
★★
Reviewed by Sonia Nair

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