In his first solo comedy show, Christian Elderfield comes out guns blazing with energy and enthusiasm, but unfortunately doesn’t keep the engine alight for the whole ride.
A mixture of exaggerated anecdotes, dramatic retellings, and slapstick insults, Elderfield muses about life in Australia as a Brit. As a starting point, this isn’t the most inventive concept.
British comedy is huge in Australia, so if you’re going to go with the shtick, you need to have some seriously hilarious insights we haven’t heard before.
Elderfield starts the show well – conversational, witty, and a little audience involvement but not too much that your whole set relies on it. But as we get further into the set, it starts to lose pace and the punchlines become a little easy to predict.
The anecdotes get shorter and a tad rushed, and the witty observations are replaced with unnecessary insults.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a good roast as much as the next person, but if you’re going to take a cheap shot at women, it has to be set up well.
It was frustrating, underneath the pandering, it did feel like there was some good material in there that just wasn’t quite fleshed out enough.
What was lacking in Elderfield’s set was a strong personal perspective, instead it felt like a mish mash of other British comedians, with no unique takes to cement an individual voice.
To Elderfield’s credit, the first half of the show was genuinely amusing and decently written, but the second half petered out into juvenile wise cracks that seemed out of character for a 30 year old comedian.
Cards on the table, I do not like slapstick comedy. I am a big fan of dry, sarcastic British humour – so I was maybe not set up to enjoy this show as much as I could.
Elderfield certainly has some hidden gems in the set, and with a bit of revising and tightening, there could be something great.