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Tickets for You Say Potato, I Say Die! fall under the letter B, totally at the other end of the alphabet in the box of pre-hit tickets. No wonder, different name altogether, up there for the street publication and not the usual name +1 deal of recent fashion.
One of The Nice Guys bears an uncanny resemblance to that of an old colleague. One that never knew when right to pronounce I's in Y's and the semantics of lessons in politics given to such a degree of hilarity and low confidence, a meeting walk out was inspired just by his presence in the chair.
Most of the crowd in You Say Potato, I Say Die! appear to know what's happening in the quiet set up periods in dark. Even as much as to offer slight whispers of anticipation. The woman on the left, however, probably didn't count on having to sit next to what amounts to a block of metal jamming itself into her thigh.
Nothing like sketch comedy to unfreeze the body as the conditions would set to cool too quickly in the late night. Much of the laughs come from the cerebral high shots from the gang of four. A definite advantage playing to a crowd of mainly uni folk. Short and sweet, pacing is as rapid fire as the wit, a marvelous showing and extremely surprising for a fresh pack of performers.
Saturday, 8 April 2006 - 04:58
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