Nottingham Arena
McIntyre’s endearing observations and self-mockery remain, but there’s an inescapable sense of deja vu in a show that breaks no new ground
Michael McIntyre’s Big World Tour, it’s called – and the does-what-it-says-on-the-tin title is characteristic. McIntyre has been delivering exactly what people expect of him for well over a decade, and does so again tonight, with a show that deviates not one iota from the established formula. Fair enough: no one who likes what he does will be disappointed. But nor will they be surprised, as the king of primetime dispatches another 85 minutes of perky observations about family life, smartphones and bad traffic.
Increasingly it feels as if McIntyre’s most remarkable achievement is to keep finding new things to notice in domestic custom and everyday human (or should that be British?) behaviour. When he riffs here on taking a bath, or de-icing the windscreen, you think: surely he’s covered this before? But he retains the knack of making dull things effervesce. OK, the windscreen skit is more observations than jokes (he straw-polls the audience for favoured de-icing methods). But the hot-tub routine is a hit, drawing on McIntyre’s physical comedy skills as he “hover-paddles” above his scalding bath, testing the temperature with a delicate part of the male anatomy.
An interminable routine about traffic jams feels like being stuck in one
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