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Daniel Kitson Nova Cinema Thurs 9 Marchspan> "Right here we go, get ready for some mirth," announces Kitson wryly as he takes his place. An easy 6 to 8 minutes pass before he actually makes an attempt to start his act proper, in that time he fusses about passively picking on no one audience member in particular while removing his cardigan, complaining about reviewers and their gratuitous star ratings, and positioning his clock alongside the stage so he can't be accused of clock watching. Those who have seen him perform before would attest that, much like his comedy, Kitson's sense of time recognises no boundaries; he just continues on doing whatever he wants until he's ready to finish. He is a law unto himself; and from an effusive introductory rant that recounts his love of Ben Folds' music and how he doesn't so much deplore Coldplay, but the pretentiousness of their fans, allows Kitson to masterfully open up a whole spectrum of seemingly needless, yet articulately worded digression. These are as openly vitriolic as they are unapologetically verbose. Kitson is the master of self centred, uncontrollable belligerence and with the mind boggling use of multi-layered nuances and the flagrant use of the 'C' word he openly dissects and neatly lays out his every thought in such a manner that even his wildest notions immediately resonate through the room. Occasionally touching base - back to the original topics, when it finally came time to land this baby Kitson meekly admitted that despite being the captain of his own ship, no rules should be without a caveat. There you go - he's not only brilliant - the show was - he's humble too.  |
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