Chris Kent: Christy Doesn’t Live Here
In his good-natured and laidback style, Kent takes us through sharply told stories and observations of family life, smartphone addiction, the foibles of being ‘too famous’, and waging war on nosy neighbours.
His satirical look at the concept of ‘husband-training’ particularly brings the house down. He bounces back quickly from an interrupted set including latecomers who had actually attended the wrong show and a jovial audience member delivering a glass of rum (although it turns out Kent doesn’t drink).
Although it does become apparent there’s an occasional language barrier – at one point discussing the vernacular differences between ‘buggy’ and ‘pram’ – this rarely halts his flow.
Unfortunately, halfway through the show, Kent admits he’s unsure of what he’s doing and checks his phone to remember where he’s at. From this point the show becomes a little too loose and struggles to ever properly recover (even checking his phone again and accidentally deleting some of the script).
It turns out that Kent is still jetlagged and appears genuinely lost in the midst of his own show. Mildly funny ruminations on his troubled life as an electrician and the genesis of the show title follow but a little too late to save the set.
It’s a shame. Kent has the observational skills and easy charm to deliver knockout comedy, but this was absolutely not his night. With some further preparation and some much-needed sleep, I’m sure he could easily transform this show into something much more impressive and memorable.
Going by Kent’s talent alone, it won’t take him long to achieve.