Miles Jupp was Best Newcomer-nominated last year for his solo stand-up set, Gentlemen Prefer Brogues. But he's squandered that advantage on his Edinburgh return, with a weak sketch show co-presented with Humphrey Ker and Stuart Murphy.
This collection of skits has the ghastly feel of a substandard student revue: a series of sketches remarkable mainly for their pointlessness. There are sketch troupes, in Edinburgh and beyond, who deploy the tools of drama or social commentary. That's seldom the case here. The best skit re-imagines Catholic confession for the voicemail era. Other efforts to broach the way we live now (including one scene in which PC-gone-mad leads to a disabled man being selected for a top-flight football team) are casually offensive.
When Jupp himself dons a wig and lazily plays some brain-dead beautician, it's a marvel that he's not ashamed to do so at a festival so full of excellent character comedy. Last year, his own persona was essentially a character: that of the supercilious toff wrinkling his nose up at the audience. This year, he's comedy riff raff.
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