The Lowry, 20 March 2013
Not a virtuoso display of comic invention by any stretch of the imagination, but not an unmitigated disaster either: a mildly entertaining show, let’s settle for that.
His antics – the physical aspect of Harry Hill’s comedy – worked best. The puns and gags were lame, audience interaction was dull (not entirely Hill’s fault, to be sure), and overall it was repetitious and silly rather than strikingly surreal. A ventriloquist skit involving a Jimmy Savile impression was spectacularly ill-judged; maybe it was added to include an element of ‘edge’.
If you like Harry Hill, you’ll like this show: it was one of those. Hill now seems to think that if he just turns up, people will be satisfied.