“Choosing which comedian’s show to attend is much like picking a lover”, says Marcel Luçont.
The wink at pre-performance nerves is fitting for this self-styled lothario, whose show’s mix of poetry, record covers, and revised cigarette warnings seeks to remove all doubt that Lucont is indeed a master of the sexual craft. Which incidentally, makes for a rather hilarious hour of comedy.
It might almost be possible to believe that the man lives up to the legend. Make a girl laugh, and the job is half done. If Luçont’s character was ever to spring from the stage and seal the deal, he would need to go a few more paces.
While his caustic musings on Australians, the English, and New Zealanders offer some genuine knee-slaps, there is a limit to the insightful humour a character-based show can generate. Still, don’t be shy – Luçont’s performance easily exceeds his $25 hourly rate and if you like your comedy with bite and a side of nicotine, then this should be a fait accompli. 7/10.
