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on 20 January 2012
If you are as sick of pre-packaged TV comedy of the McIntyre variety as I am, fed up with the dizziness that ensues from following an over-restless `stand-up` as he prowls and paces the stage like a caged tiger, unmoved by the heartlessness of Boyle, Carr and their ilk, weary of the over-emphatic long-windedness of so many of today`s funny men, then the great little Dylan Moran may well be for you.
I can`t imagine Moran hosting, or even appearing on, an over-egged show like Live At The Apollo, with its joyless "look at all the celebrities we`ve got in the audience tonight" showbiz superficiality.
I think he`s the funniest, most watchable comedian now working. He has all the surreal, slurry randomness of the superb Eddie Izzard, without his occasional tendency to over-do things and digress a topic too far.
When Moran walks out onto the stage at Sydney, he appears like a tousle-haired, rather naughty schoolboy who`s been at his dad`s drinks cabinet and downed one too many. He`s in a great tradition of seemingly mildly soused comics, the most obvious being his fellow-Irishman, the late lamented Dave Allen, whose delivery and style Moran`s resembles. One assumes he was gratefully influenced by the master.
I love the Izzardian way his thoughts get scrambled, his sentences meandering into bathetic blind alleys that are funnier than if he`d over-rehearsed each & every gag.
(Perhaps he has, though. You never know with comics - apparently Frankie Howerd could be heard practising all his "Ooohs" and "Aaahs".)
He`s also very funny, did I forget to say? Too rarely do I laugh out loud at comics these days - it`s pretty rare I laugh much at any of them, truth be told - but this Australian gig had me laughing loud and often.
A true original, I like and love Dylan Moran. And that`s what it`s all about.