Last Sunday night English stand-up comedian, television host and actor Jimmy Carr (and his iconic and quite ridiculous laugh) graced our city with his ability to make people laugh at some of the most inappropriate and outrageous content I’ve ever heard. His deadpan delivery of dark and edgy one-liners had the loyal crowd in stitches. He ruthlessly slandered every demographic, although as a heterosexual, twenty-year-old white male I escaped rather unscathed and unscarred. His jokes had me laughing, but that laughter was often immediately followed by the horrified thought ‘I cannot believe he said that and I’m laughing.’ For a venue that regularly hosts the Western Australian Youth Orchestra and the stuffy Vienna Pops concert on NYE, I doubt the Concert Hall has ever born witness to such sacrilege in its 41 years of existence.
Well-dressed in a three-piece suit (which he joked made him look like he was late for the gold rush), Carr did away with the long, story-telling jokes employed by comedians like Bill Bailey and Dylan Moran, and delivered short one-liners. He packed in as many laughs as possible and approximated that there were 250 jokes in the two-hour show.
Operating without a host of props, he used a few items with great success. Backed by a projector screen, he initially used this to warm up the crowd before his entrance with a slideshow of a few classic jokes of the ilk:
How do you make a cat go woof? Pour gasoline on it and light it on fire, and
Where would we be if without humour? Germany.
It was used again to great effect when two short Prezis spun from cartoon to cartoon to accompany his one-liners. Whenever the picture was most affronting or controversial, Carr would pause to let the crowd squirm in their seats for just the right amount of time before breezing on to the next image.
His attempts at audience interaction sometimes fell flat, perhaps because his reputation for being ruthless against hecklers had the (evidently) smart crowd holding their tongues. Eventually, Carr invited attempts at heckling simply because his responses are so famed, it wouldn’t feel like we had got our money’s worth if he had not crushed the soul of some person daft enough to shout out (which is just appallingly rude). Plus he wanted to show off how witty and quick thinking he is (he is both). The few of the crowd who dared accept the challenge regretted it instantly. One made a biting comment referencing Carr’s run in with the British government for tax evasion, but he deftly replied that he had come to Australia because he considered it an ‘offshore account’. He also used his only other prop during this sequence, a chatterbox filled with comebacks!
Carr specialises in subtle play on words, often utilising the double meanings of things. Such quips were often firstly met with silence as the audience took a few moments to comprehend. This was used to particular affect in the second half, which mostly composed of lewd sex jokes.
Below is a selection of Jimmy Carr’s best from the night (or at least the few I can remember):
- My girlfriend wanted more magic in the bedroom. So after I fucked her I disappeared.
- Pornography. I’ll come to that later.
- Say what you will about the Make A Wish Foundation; they work to a deadline.
- Giving out $100 fines to bad drivers is sexist.
- Perth Summer days are MILF’s. Over 30 and fucking hot.
- If you think about it, foreplay is a waste of fucking time.
For more Jimmy Carr, enjoy this compilation of him destroying hecklers:
By Samuel J. Cox