Joseph Morpurgo (Austentatious) was tonight's detective, a man whose music journalist hinterland was ploughed with spirit into on-stage debates about the merits of the Smiths and The Cure, a riff that even extended to a pocket discography of the former. Morpurgo has a wicked facility with words and it was put to extensive use here, with any slips turned into on-the-spot gags.
Wind back a minute, though. Before the mystery, the night launches with a compere who garners the setup of the crime from the audience, and the details of whose interactions with them form part of the platform for the improvisers - so biographical details about audience members become running gags during the unfolding story. My only worry about the format could be more mildly expressed as a contrast to other improv nights I've attended, which are characterised by their inclusive spirit. The compere's interactions with the audience felt more like the work of a stand-up, and carried with them some of the more adversarial spirit of that style. That's a risky way to start an improv night.
I'm not sure if the mystery made sense but, to be honest, with a show that inspired that much laughter, I didn't terribly care. Fundamentally this is a fun, interestingly formatted show in a suitably seedy space (a backroom dance floor) that provided a good night out.
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