I had "privilege" of attending Ms Tegan Higginbotham's ''The City of Love'. I enjoy it? Did I enjoy it? No!! Wanna know why? Wanna know why? The audience, this...frivolous pack of gigglers...unbearable! Constant, unremitting laughter. 40-something year old lady in the next row, in absolute stitches, to the point of snorting! Young guy, directly behind, non-stop chortling - uncontrolled, machine-gun-like puffs! And upon scowling at him, had the gall to smile! Oh, oh, and when I asked this other dude about his rash, completely ignored me! Just blissfully enjoyed the show! No, no. Too much levity, too much smiling, too much fun.
c/o Tegan Higginbotham
The show commences with a flashback: a time warp to babyhood. Wide-eyed, chubby-cheeked Tegan. So rotund, only thing missing's a scantily-clad Leia (hey, don't shoot the messenger). Tegan then recollects puberty, at the crappest of crappiest schools in Dandenong (ie. teachers taking smokos, recurring police 'incursions'). She then introduces a well-preserved accumulation of diaries from her formative years. Not only containing word-for-word Harry Potter, but her innermost ambitions, and slightly violent musings. From these personal life albums, that Tegan's goals materialize, (which she dismally fails at - or does she?):
The City of Love went for approximately one hour, which whizzed by. Tegan was on her game. Solid decade of MICF gigs, whittling away this heroine's inhibitions. This comedic proficiency not only underpinned the show, but enabled Tegan to stray when necessary - adding an extra layer of spontaneity. Tegan dazzled, with a genuinely reflective, yet acutely self-aware account of her life thus far. From communication barriers in Parisian bakeries, to office high jinks in open-plan bathrooms. It was delivered with wit, and classic Aussie self-depreciation. Personally, I don't know how anyone can entertain like that for a solid hour. A true testament, I s'pose, to Tegan's marathon of standups.