Jack Tucker: Comedy Standup Hour
with Zach Zucker, Dylan Woodley
direction & sound Jonny Woolley
Soho Theatre, London • 15-27.Jul.24 ★★★★★
Fans of
Stamptown host Jack Tucker will love the chance to see a full hour (or most likely more) of him on his own in this almost panic-strikingly hilarious show. As played by Zach Zucker, Jack is an exploding bundle of nervous energy who struggles against all manner of distractions as he tells random jokes before laboriously arriving at a surreal or even downright stupid punchline. But we may never get to the end of a joke, and he certainly won't finish within his allotted hour. There isn't a moment of this show that doesn't feel like it's spiralling far out of control. It's a work of genius.
While referencing his New York roots, Jack makes riotously timely comments about America's politics, Britain's recent election and England's performance in the Euro 2024 final, plus some wicked Brexit references. But mainly he tries to tell extended standup-style jokes about everyday things like airplanes, smartphones and bees. And he's continually interrupted by his own stream-of-consciousness as well as the ongoing antics of roller-skating opening act Dylan Woodley. On press night, a trumpeter mercilessly stole the show every time he appeared. Jack's interaction with the audience is a barrage of lightning-quick throwaway gags that continually catch us by surprise. And every malapropism is so impeccably targeted that we quickly realise that chaos is clearly the entire point of the show.
Hugely likeable even when playing an idiot like Jack, Zucker is pathologically talented comic who expertly combines his razor-sharp timing with clowning physicality. He interacts with the crashing sounds and shifting lights with gleeful precision. And yet everything feels improvised, as if an under-rehearsed show is being pulled apart at the seams. Obviously, this can't happen by accident, and even when it feels like it has perhaps genuinely gone off the rails, he still manages to be hilarious. While continually checking his notes, the pace of his gags is so fast that it's not possible to keep up, so the laughs pile up like a car crash on a motorway at rush hour. "It's a hurricane up here," Jack shouts. "Or maybe a him-icane!"
As with Stamptown, the stage is a scene of total carnage by the end of the show, while the increasingly disheveled Jack is covered in confetti and sweat (and other things). Most impressive is how Zucker maintains Jack's relentless awkwardness, simulating failure and pandemonium while delivering one expertly aimed zinger after another. And there's a vulnerability even to his obvious lies that makes us want to give him a hug. Not a single thing has gone the way he planned it, and yet the mayhem comes together perfectly. Yet another triumph.
For info, SOHO THEATRE > • STAMPTOWN >photos by Dylan Woodley & David Monteith-Hodge • 16.Jul.24
