Australian/Lebanese comic provides arguments for the future evolution of man kind while struggling with missing link audience members
Self branded ‘Migga’ (midget) Imaan Hadchiti accosted me while I was lining up to see Rik Carranza, promising amusing antics. His flyer had a review on which gave him 1 star, and I salute anybody who cares so little as to brandish a single star with pride and feel they are probably worth a punt.
Situated within the belly of Espionage, Imman’s stage is nothing but a crate in front of a row of chairs. Most of these chairs were empty, but tragically a whole row was filled with drunken idiots who heckled and interrupted at every opportunity. Imaan handled this well at first, but it did eventually start to put him off. Stopping the show to lecture these people on their ignorance and stupidity, the room plunged into an awkward silence. The drunks eventually left.
With those hiccups overcome, Imaan began to show that he was in fact able to deliver jokes with fantastic timing and great observational powers, often from the perspective of somebody of limited height.
This performance was free, just as well given the obnoxious behaviour demonstrated by some of the sudience, as it ruined his flow and interrupted the show to the point where his potentially side cracking humour was nothing more than a mere tickle.
Had potential, but poor crowd management and repeated use of height did somewhat dampen things. ***