A review of Luke McGregor's Sydney Comedy Festival show
I should open this review with a disclaimer: I’m no stand-up aficionado. Luke McGregor could be the greatest comedian of all time, and I wouldn’t necessarily realise.
McGregor’s Sydney Comedy Festival Show, I Worry That I Worry To Much, was loosely based around his anxiety. He spoke about his self-diagnosed OCD, and demonstrated his nightly, ritualistic check for murderers in the nooks and crannies of his home. The comedian’s discussion of his illogical need to ‘touch wood’ resonated strongly with the audience – luckily, there was a wooden stool on hand for McGregor to use.
The comedian exhibited distinctive body language through his hour-long set, cocking one arm out to the side to coincide with each of his punchlines. He also poked fun at his own vocal ticks, with squeaky upward inflections characterising his speech. McGregor’s identified his own face as a source of disappointment and discomfort. While this self-denigrating approach was often endearing, it did occasionally become grating.
The more tangential elements of the show proved the most engaging. A spiel about climate change and McGregor’s theory of a secret sect of pro-global warming masterminds had the audience in stitches.
McGregor also deftly incorporated audience participation (though thankfully not from yours truly), showering a quintet of front row blokes with high fives and questioning a couple of punters about their Tinder usage.
If given the option to give my verdict on some comedic equivalent of Tinder at the end of the night, I’d need to think it over for a while. In the end, though, I’d probably swipe right.