Out of morbid curiosity, I went to see Max Sharam's comedy show at the Comedy
Festival. (I think she was some kind of manufactured girly-pop star some
years back or something like that.)
I was perhaps hoping that, having been through the pop-star/celebrity machine and come out the other end, she may be a lucid and insightful
comedian/observer/commentator; was I ever disappointed. It was utter pants.
The material was underdeveloped and the delivery was irritating.
(Telling a story by spouting acronyms may be mildly amusing, in a sophomoric kind of way; telling
a story by spouting acronyms that have nothing to do with the story is just
stupid.) If you really enjoyed Hey Dad on TV, you may find Max's show
entertaining; otherwise, steer well clear of this one.
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