SIMON AMSTELL: DO NOTHING **** PAVILION THEATRE, GLASGOW
EVEN amid the artistic endeavours and tortured egos of the Edinburgh Fringe, Simon Amstell's Do Nothing stood out for his cocky-neurotic blend of self-deifying arrogance, morbid vulnerability and naked confessions of loneliness.
Yet although the former Never Mind The Buzzcocks host berated tonight's audience for buying ice-creams or dashing to the toilet with a squealed "this is art!", he has recast this touring version of the show as something less dark and meaningful but also punchier and more entertaining.
Ex-…Buzzcocks writer and support act Arnab Chanda shares his angsty displeasure with the world, but whipped sufficient energy into the room to make Amstell's initial wounded howl of singledom – his ownership of two bathroom sinks – a more cartoonish and less downbeat introduction than it was. The family feud that concluded the Fringe show has been shifted to the middle of the set, in favour of a tighter, less reflective emphasis on his sexual misadventures and urge to live in the moment.
Although less coherently structured, this revamped set undoubtedly delivers more laughs per minute as Amstell rattles through the Jared Leto-alikes he's haplessly pursued.
Ridiculing none-too-bright pop stars seems slightly beneath a comic with his gift for bleak introspection, but this show undoubtedly bodes well for his forthcoming sitcom.