Masai Graham has assembled an act so far from risky that it is bubble wrapped in woefully predictable innuendos, presumably to retain its innocence. Sadly, the outcome produces a lacklustre show.
Several of the prop images are likeable but others elicit groans of exasperation, which, if anything, demonstrates the trouble of a Twitter star transitioning to the stage
What is initially bearable becomes steadily more cringeworthy as thirty minutes drags on into a seemingly never ending, pun-laden eternity. Using the justification ‘it’s a free show!’ only goes so far, and Graham is pushing his luck if he thinks this can pass under the stamp of free comedy. The end result feels laboured and insincere: a softcore attempt at comedy better suited to pensioners recovering from dialysis.
Several of the prop images are likeable but others elicit groans of exasperation, which, if anything, demonstrates the trouble of a Twitter star transitioning to the stage. Graham’s strongest facet is not his embarrassing puns, but his fluidity and adaptation to his surroundings. His ad lib interactions with the audience are far more entertaining than his flimsy material. In fact, more often than not, the best humour stems from his own reaction to his poor jokes, where his improv is far superior to the lamentable set list.
In its entirety, Aaaaah! It’s 101 Clean Jokes in 30 minutes is merely an opener for Graham’s substantially more impressive show Aaaaah! It’s 101 Dirty Jokes in 30 Minutes, the latter of which arrives after a fifteen-minute break and is, by a considerable margin, the more recommendable of the two. By all means, see the clean show at your own peril, but be warned: the cheesy antics of his pilot doesn’t liven up the following show and will only leave a bad taste in your mouth, one that does not dissipate until he arrives in full swing of his follow up act.
