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From
The Guardian Online - 23 August 2002 "This
is my first mid-30s, pretentious one-man show," says Stewart
Lee in an apologetic intro to Pea Green Boat. This isn't stand-up,
he warns, so prepare not to laugh. The preamble promises some daring
dramatic experiment. In fact, this solo delve into Edward Lear's
most famous poem is sweet and very funny - but doesn't deviate greatly
from the stand-up with which Lee made his name. The storytelling structure sets up expectations of dramatic fulfilment on which Pea Green Boat doesn't yet deliver. This is still, essentially, stand-up, even if its subject matter is unusually esoteric and biographical. Lee is a comedy master by now, and his own pleasure and nonplussed sense of absurdity constantly amuses. He makes his material seem like a veritable mine of comic potential, so that on Day 47 of the owl's journal, when the boat trip ends, Lee finds the bird complaining: "But I've nearly learnt to play Mull of Kintyre". |
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