Sam Simmons tells the audience right at the start, it’s called Death of a Sails-Man; the character he plays is going to die at the end. And that is a perfect summary of how a Sam Simmons show works. They are in your face, blunt, ultimately ridiculous, and if you are up for it, completely hilarious. Because this Australian comic isn’t exactly an easy hour to watch – many of the audience the night I was there didn’t seem to go with it. But if you do, the rewards are wonderful.
Sam plays Phil, a man lost at sea on a windsurfing board, with nothing but two fanny packs of necessities and a rather outspoken voice inside his head. Through the hour we get a lot of pelvic thrusting based dancing, shouting, songs about pretty much anything that pops into his head, discussions on cannibalism, attempted cannibalism, and a huge array of cardboard cut out props wielded by a struggling assistant named Luke.
Really, it is everything you could want from alternative comedy – weird, confronting, new, with a sort-of-plotline, and a sort-of-point: just don’t windsurf.
Words: Georgia Jones
Sam Simmons: Death of a Sails-Man, Underbelly Bristo Square, Jul 30 – Aug 24 (not 11, 18), 20:50