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Words by Ashleigh Penhall

Seeing Tegan perform is like listening to a close friend telling you a story. Her stage presence is so sweet, that as an audience member, you cannot help but be engaged by her performance. The intimate venue exudes a friendly atmosphere, which only grows stronger through the various f bombs dropped throughout the night. If you are a sports fan, nerd, or enjoy the occasional clever dirty joke, this show is definitely for you. Tegan does take a serious note before the end however, which personally, I found to be really emotive. But all in all, the show is very high energy, well rehearsed and well delivered.

Tegan Higginbotham is on at the Melbourne International Comedy Festival at the Portlan Hotel from 27 March to the 20 April.

Words by Ash Qama

We’ve all had awful experiences dealing with Centrelink. Between the hour-long phone queues, seemingly random payment stoppages and absurdly long lines, there’s a lot to complain about. Centrelink the Musical attempts to transform the despair we all face at Centrelink into a fun, whimsical show.

Centrelink the Musical has been performed at comedy and fringe festivals since 2009. Sadly, the musical was let down by one key facet—the script. Whilst the characters were performed wonderfully and the musical numbers sung very well, the plot was baffling at times, especially with the inclusion of a Broadway-style number for no apparent reason. The songs were often repetitive and verses should have been cut after the choruses.

I really wanted to like Centrelink the Musical. It encompasses a very stereotypical but accurate representation of the people you might find yourself standing next to in line at your local Centrelink, and is well performed by the actors. But, much like the hold music you face when you call Centrelink, the musical numbers were dated and became tedious.

Centrelink the Musical is on at the Melbourne International Comedy Festival at the Metanoia Theatre until 12 April.

Words by Jenny Muniz

American actress and comic, Anjelah Johnson moves seamlessly from YouTube onto an Australian stage with her usual Latina gusto. For her Melbourne show, Anjelah leaves her emblematic, bitter single-girl musings at home, and ops for quips about her misadventures in Melbourne, newly married life, and her history on MADTv.

Performing in an unusually intimate venue, The Hifi on Swanston St, she quickly creates a symbiotic relationship with the audience. Together they resolve that the only thing Americans and Australians have in common is tomato sauce. Despite the perceived cultural differences, Anjelah delivers charming relatable jokes that keep the audience beaming.

She shares a couple of hilarious self-deprecating lines about her lack of good looks and her inability to be “fancaay” despite the enormous rock on her ring finger. She also whips out a couple of wisecracks about her Puerto Rican in-laws and Mexican heritage before going on to exhibit her first-rate beat boxing skills alongside her third-rate Spanish lyrics.

Although she lacks a strong narrative throughout her set, Anjelah brings back beloved characters she is known for. ‘Nail Salon’ worker Tammy makes an anticipated appearance, delivering the viral joke in unison with the audience. Turns out, it’s still as funny as ever. She also goes on to perform a new spin on her Vietnamese accent that the audience revels in. To top things off, she throws in a rap by her alter ego, disgruntled fast food employee Bon Qui Qui, which – albeit lip-synched – was met with a barrel of laughs.

The entire set remains good-natured and tasteful without angling on the prudish side. Staying true to her natural sass, Anjelah assures the audience her Christian roots don’t keep her from slapping a hoe – in the name of Jesus! Anjelah successfully weaves together charming anecdotes with appearances by our beloved characters and delivers a brand of comedy that is relevant, honest, and charming.

Anjela Johnson is on appearing as part of the Melbourne International Comedy Festival at The Hi-fi from 28 March to 6 April.

Words by Rose Johnstone

There are times during Sam Simmons’ Spiegeltent show when he breaks out of character, shakes his head and laughs incredulously to himself as if he can’t believe how far he has slid from normality.  Often, this happens when he’s singing about his dead Nanna fighting aliens in space or arguing with his own voice-over about whether it’s weird or life-affirming to wank into the sea.

This is not a bad thing. Death of a Sails-Man is a continuation of Simmons’ style of blended musical theatre and absurdist comedy, and while it deals with similar existentialist subject matter as his 2010 show Fail and his 2012 ABC series Problems, the comedian isn’t trying to be taken seriously.

This time, we find Simmons sailing the seas as a middle-aged muesli bar mogul. Losing control of his yacht, our dickhead anti-hero is forced to confront his empty, misspent life as he sinks deeper into madness.

The stranded-at-sea metaphor isn’t revolutionary, but it’s the perfect blank landscape for Simmons to let his truly bizarre observational humour interlace with wistful nostalgia. A crude joke about pooping a Lego man quickly turns laughter into an ‘aww’ moment, and physical gags sit comfortably within surprisingly pathos-laden musical numbers.

In less than an hour, the show builds to a really rather life-affirming end. Well, for the audience, anyway – Simmons will be damned if he lets his character learn any lessons. Except that Vodafone reception is crap. But we already knew that.

Sam Simmons is performing Death of a Sails-Man at the Melbourne International Comedy Festival from 27 March to 20 April.

Words by Emily Weir
Illustration by Jennifer Choat 

The Melbourne International Comedy Festival starts this week, and will once again be a site of marked gender division. As it has done for almost a decade, the all-female showcase Upfront will take place this year, with acts such as Geraldine Quinn, Cal Wilson and Hannah Gadsby sitting alongside the publicity’s adjectives of “glamourous”, “sassy” and “stylish”. This idea of the saliently gendered comedian exists most prominently in the female realm. However, any concerted efforts towards proving that women possess humour stand challenged by a male majority and a manner of prejudice that thrives in pop culture, research literature and amateur comedy circuits. These are all pressures that need not be added to the already terrifying experience of walking on stage.

Performing stand-up comedy is public speaking on steroids. The only other time I’ve shaken so much was when I performed in my underwear in front my scriptwriting cohort. Let me tell you, five-foot tall teenage girls wearing leather shorts and knee socks are not exactly welcomed into the amateur comedy fold. But as the only woman on the bill of my first stand-up experience, I can tell you this: I don’t think it was my misguided dress-sense that had them staring.

The Melbourne International Comedy Festival’s RAW Comedy competition gives new comics a chance to prove that they’re skilled in the art of inducing laughter . The competition has propelled Australian acts such as Tim Minchin, Hannah Gadsby and Josh Thomas to headline slots and television fame. The finals are broadcast on the ABC, and the winner scores a trip to the So You Think You’re Funny? competition at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, alumni of which include Dylan Moran, Nina Conti, Alan Carr and David O’Doherty. This year, would-be comics from all over Australia, as well as the Indian cities of Mumbai, Delhi and Bangalore, gathered in grimy little comedy holes, stood bravely in front a microphone and dangled jokes in front of a jury and audience. But with thousands of entrants, just showing up with a routine gives you a pretty lousy chance of becoming the next Adam Hills. And an even lousier chance if you identify as female. I’ll put it this way—if it were a person, the competition could now legally drink in the bars in which it is held. And still, only four females have ever won it.

It would be simple-minded to assume that these statistics are because women are rubbish at comedy. If your mind springs straight to vagina-centric monologues and complaints about boorish husbands, you need only compare it with the reverse—a prime example being the male-dominated bill at my first comedy show. One other female comedian was a last-minute addition to the bill, giving an impressive impromptu set about her holiday with her mother. Neither of us mentioned our periods.

The standard of comedy from the male performers was much more aligned with the audience of older men, who laughed raucously at the mention of “sticking one in” on their sleeping wives and begging for sex from unwilling parties (usually, again, their wives). Being a member of the gender that these men were vilifying for withholding intercourse shouldn’t have affected the way my comedy was received. But I think it would be naïve to say it didn’t.

Gender studies that explore differences in both generation and humour perception are plagued by small sample sizes and vicious misinterpretation. One particular misinterpretation springs to mind. The late Christopher Hitchens was vocally adamant on the topic of female inferiority, especially in the field of humour. Whether this was just a cry for attention from the controversial Vanity Fair columnist is not a matter I wish to dwell upon. However, Hitchens posits in his creatively titled article ‘Why Women Aren’t Funny’ that the results of a Stanford University Medical School study justify the belief that women are inferior comics.

While I can understand Hitchens was grasping at straws in finding solid evidence, I fail to see a logical process in his article. The study was conducted by giving 10 men and 10 women 70 cartoons, and the task of rating the cartoons on a one to 10 “funniness” scale. During this experiment, all participants had their neural activity monitored. The major findings were that women in this minute sample size tended to hold lower expectations of the comics’ humour, and be more pleased by the rewards of the comedy. I don’t know quite how Hitchens managed to make the leap between ‘expecting disappointment’ to ‘rubbish at writing jokes’. But he seems to think he can explain objections away by making generalised statements about women’s need for humour. He writes, “For women, the question of funniness is essentially a secondary one … Women have no need to appeal to men in this way. They already appeal to men, if you catch my drift.” Yes, Hitchens, I “catch your drift”. However, nothing would give me greater pleasure than to sharply drop it into a trashcan, where it belongs.

My second comedy show upped the stakes a little. Yet again, I was one of two females. I can’t say that the other comedians weren’t initially friendly—we were all sitting together at the back of the club, and I was next to another young newcomer. Despite us being no more than two years apart in age, he was obsessed with numbers and figures, introducing me to the other comedians as “the twelve-year-old”. When he went to shout a round of drinks, he told me I would be denied because of my “fake ID”. That kind of thing is reasonably easy to ignore. But then things got stranger, and slightly more aggressive. The club was loud, and even across the narrow table, we were struggling to make ourselves heard. When another new comedian arrived, my neighbour mistook the newcomer, Ted, for Ten. When I pointed out his mistake, he decided it was necessary to tell me that I was definitely not a ‘ten’ anyway, before requests for my breast size and weight turned into a hypothetical equation of how easy I was to get drunk.

Questions of the body are unquestionably more evident when it comes to female comedians. To again draw upon the minefield of degradation that is Hitchens’ article, women who are in the field of comedy are of no physical appeal as they are either “hefty or dykey”. Given the previous statements about the singular appeal of womankind to Hitchenskind, we can understand that he does not consider these comedians to be valid female specimens, and thus are incapable of competing in the race against male comics.

Mainstream media dares to call Hitchens’ bluff on this one. When Mindy Kaling, producer and comedy writer and star of The Mindy Project was interviewed by ELLE magazine, and made the cover, her witticisms were discarded for an online debate as to why a full body shot wasn’t used. In a later interview, Kaling dealt blows against body-shaming critics: “I always get asked, ‘where do you get your confidence from?’… What it means to me is, ‘You’re not skinny, you’re not white, you’re a woman. Why on earth would you feel like you’re worth anything?’”

A bout of similar patter occurred when Lena Dunham, writer and star of American comedy show Girls, appeared in a bikini for the majority of an episode. All the internet could talk about was how controversial it was that she did so as a person larger than a size six. Try as you might, nobody is going to engage in discussion about whether the episode was funny or not. Here’s an experiment: search the name of a female comedian, and don’t be surprised if one of the top results is any of the following: “weight”, “fat”, “kids”, “hot” or “is not funny”. You’ll be lucky to get any of the following results: “stand up”, “live”, “is rather funny”. Now try it with a male comedian.

Women in comedy don’t want your pity any more that we want drunk heckling or gossip magazine commentary. We want to be acknowledged without the word ‘female’ as a preface. We want you to laugh with us, not at us. What I have learnt, however, is a slightly arrogant, stony-faced ability to deflect criticism and commentary that does not relate directly to my material. So when the leather-faced MC of my first comedy experience laughed raucously while announcing he had “popped my cherry” as a first-time act, I mostly ignored it, only remembering to use as proof of his own comedic failings in this article. And to the boy who looked incredulous as I came off stage and asked me, “Why the hell are you so confident?”, I did the same. And when he made jokes about trapping his girlfriend in the basement, and when he asked me whether I’d “get my tits out if my set failed”, I raised my eyebrows and said nothing. It would be foolish to let the guffaws of an audience I never sought ruin my stage time.

Words by Ashleigh Penhall

Tegan Higginbotham brings her sporty-nerdy hybrid comedy to the Melbourne International Comedy Festival this year in her show Game ChangerGame Changer combines sport, pop culture, and Higginbotham’s own personal experiences.

“Last year more people attended the AFL home-and-away season in Melbourne than Catholics did Church. In Melbourne, sport is the new religion, so it’s an exploration on whether that is a good thing,” Higginbotham says.

“There are a lot of pop culture references, just because I’m a massive nerd. It’s about me changing; that hit from going from young adult to proper adult. Where you hit that wall and you go, ‘Oh no, I’m not allowed to read Where’s Wally anymore without being judged.”

Higginbotham is no stranger to the MICF stage, this year marking her ninth consecutive year at the festival.

Her first solo comedy show, Million Dollar Tegan was based on female boxing. “I had always had this strange fascination with boxing,” Higginbotham tells me.

“Something I am quite passionate about is females in sport and equal recognition for women in sport, because it’s not there. I think it was another way to draw attention to a female sport that hadn’t been getting recognition.”

In preparation for her Million Dollar Tegan show, Higginbotham undertook intensive training for several weeks with Fight Fit, in addition to fighting in two boxing matches.

“The number of people that were going to be watching [the boxing match] really scared me. I thought all the time I had spent performing would have helped me prepare for that. But because I wouldn’t be performing, or doing a character or comedy—which is something I could control—I got really bad stage fright.”

The Written it Down star has performed in both improvisation and stand up shows. She gets nervous performing both styles of comedy, as they each offer unique challenges.

Currently starring in This is Littleton, Higginbotham has received great reviews from The Vine, who lauded her as “the strongest, funniest performer in the first two episodes”.

“I find [the review] so lovely and there’s always a bit of me that goes ‘that’s crazy’ because I know the other performers on the show and I come away from it every day laughing.”

This is Littleton airs on ABC2 Thursday Nights at 9.30pm.

Tegan Higginbotham will be performing her new show Game Changer at the Melbourne International Comedy festival from 28 March- 21 April. For tickets visit comedyfestival.com.au,  or call Ticketmaster on 1300 660 013.

Words by Ashleigh Penhall

Adam Richard’s laugh has become something of a trademark over his ten years on Fox FM’s The Matt and Jo Show. This year, Adam brings his comedic talents to the stage and screen with his stand-up comedy show Gaypocalypse and team captain position on ABC1’s Spicks and Specks.

After its final season in 2011, the music game show Spicks and Specks is ready to re-launch in 2014 with a fresh new cast. As team captain, Adam discussed his hopes for the show; “Adam [Hills] and Myf and Allen were always so generous, even though you were a guest on the show, you felt like you were one of the family. From my position, I just want to pass on that generosity with all our guests.”

Addressing the scepticism over the show’s new cast, Adam understands the way fans feel about replacing cast members. “People don’t like change… my favourite Doctor Who was gone when I was 12 and I was horrified. I cried and I didn’t want to accept the new one. Things change, people move on, things happen.” Remaining optimistic, he maintains that “what happens at the other end of change is sometimes revelatory”. With that said, Richard maintains that although the refreshed  Spicks and Specks will incorporate some new games into the show, it will still keep all of the classics.

While Adam’s music knowledge is suited to the pop genre, Killing Heidi singer-songwriter and opposing team captain Ella Hooper has come to Spicks and Specks with a bit of an advantage. “Ella has a huge and really broad range of music knowledge from the whole history, basically. I could never beat her on facts alone.” Fearing the competition, the actor jokes, “I know a lot about musicals, which is a terrible, terrible stereotype.”

Adam returns to the stand-up comedy stage on 4 March for the Adelaide Fringe Festival and the Melbourne International Comedy Festival with Gaypocalypse. His show is based on the changing culture of the gay community as it has progressively integrated from a ‘minority’ to become a part of mainstream culture. “I’m positive about it in some respects and I’m negative about it in some respects, I’m excited on one level and I’m terrified on another.” Adam suggests that so much of gay culture is derived from being a minority in society. While being excited for the period of change, Adam also wonders how mainstream culture will alter the established culture.

Adam’s show takes into consideration how being gay for young people is more accepted today than when he was younger. Gaypocalypse is “a bit about how life was like in the old days. All I’ve known is gay bars and having huge groups of gay friends whereas now, the younger guys—they don’t know that many gay people.”

“We had to hide in gay bars; we blocked our windows so that people couldn’t see our disgusting behaviour. Being gay is not seen as disgusting as it once was”.

Inspired by the themes of Gaypocalypse, Adam and I played The Zombie Apocalypse Game. The premise of the game is that it’s the zombie apocalypse and Adam has a shelter which is zombie-proof. He has all of his friends and family in the shelter and has room for one more person. Two celebrities come to the shelter door and Adam must choose which to save and which to leave to the zombies. His choices are below:

Kim Kardashian vs Khloe Kardashian

Sandra Bullock vs George Clooney

Ryan Gosling vs Leonardo Di Caprio

Keira Knightley vs Natalie Portman—“If we get horribly surrounded and we need to dig our way out, we can use Keira’s Knightley’s face.”

Hugh Grant vs Colin Firth

Will Farrell vs Steve Carell

Meryl Streep vs Daniel Day Lewis—“I’d make her perform all of Mamma Mia for me.”

Jack from Titanic vs Jay Gatsby

Pirates of the Caribbean 5 vs How I Met Your Mother season nine—“For Johnny Depp.”

Taylor Swift vs Harry Styles—Both are fed to the zombies.

Spicks and Specks returns to ABC1 screens on Wednesday 5 February at 8.30 pm. Adam will be performing his brand new show Gaypocalypse during the Adelaide Fringe Festival (4 – 8 March) and the Melbourne International Comedy Festival (28 March – 2 April).

For tickets visit The Adelaide Fringe Festival and The Melbourne International Comedy Festival websites, or call 1300 621 255 (FringeTix), 1300 660 013 (Ticketmaster) or 132 849 (Ticketek).