Those born with a natural talent for storytelling tend to make for some of the most interesting comedians to watch, their ability to envelop you in scenarios almost hypnotic. Anyone can tell a story sure, but the real talent lies in creating the air of improvisational narrative, creating an air of intrigue to even the most every day occurrences. Something Andrew Maxwell exceeds in throughout his 23rd Fringe show,
His talent is no secret now, but Maxwell appears genuinely humble on stage. Repeatedly stating how appreciative he was that people came along to the first night of his stay in Edinburgh. His content is a mixture of hyperbolic observations of everyday life to broader political issues. Maxwell seems keen to include the audience as much as he can during the hour, relaying questions on his beliefs and noting their reactions to some of the more risqué content. It’s a tactic that works nicely for him, as his effortlessly charming persona seeps through these audience interactions.
There’s some fantastically absurd characters presented to us throughout the show of people in Maxwell’s life. From neighbours to priests each feel well developed and has a satisfying reason to be included in the show. That said however, there was a segment near the end which became fairly repetitive. Focused on his disconnect to younger generations, it did have some good moments but really didn’t need to be as long as it was, especially given how strong the rest of the show had been.
He consistently stated to the audience how underprepared he was for the show, choosing to go on improvisational tangents to test new material. But, Maxwell shouldn’t have worried at all. What he managed to craft in that hour alone would be a show that many comedians would be proud to cite as one of their strongest efforts.