Lloyd Evans Lloyd Evans

The real deal

The Cambridge Footlights (King Dome) have a lot going for them.

issue 20 August 2011

The Cambridge Footlights (King Dome) have a lot going for them. Poise, brains, clean-cut looks, nice accents and privileged status at the Edinburgh Fringe as keepers of a sacred flame. But in reality these advantages count against them. Audiences know that comedy comes from a paranormal neverland, from damaged grotesques, from halting, slobbering outsiders. Comedy is unpleasant. And these boys are anything but. So it takes them a while to convince us that they’re the real deal and not some artful muck-about from the college quad.

Their comedic sources are obvious. Movie spoofs, workplace mix-ups. And much of their material defies current political orthodoxies. A joke about the Jamaicans not being able to muster an army feels distinctly weird. As does a sketch about a Swedish masseur who turns out to be a gay rapist (but the way he pronounces the initial ‘k’ in ‘knuckles’ is a delight.) There are, however, some great visual gags here and one or two brilliant sketches.

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