Review: Carlo Ritchie – Cooking For No One

Carlo Ritchie casts quite a sombre figure standing before the audience within the small space given at Tasma Terrace. His opening bit, a somewhat traumatic and bleak tale of death that he faced on the trip to Melbourne, continues this theme – one that is followed for the entirety of the show while still managing to bring the audience to laughter.

The majority of Ritchie’s show is retellings of moments throughout his life in which he hasn’t made the best possible choice. Whether this be attempting to follow a possible missed love connection to another country (twice) or practicing what he thought was safe hitchhiking techniques in Finland. The way in which he retells these stories, taking the time every ten minutes or so to remind us that, yes, this all happened, is somewhat part of his charm. Moments throughout will have you nodding along in agreement before stopping to stare in confusion when his tale veers off in a direction that doesn’t seem like quite the obvious choice.

Ritchie’s routine itself is put together well, he manages to make the evening almost feel as though a catch up with an old friend, beginning the night with a story about an innocuous trip to the doctors and the events that led him there before rounding it up at the end with the results of that doctor’s trip. It’s afterwards that you’ll catch how clever it all was – all stories appear to meld together easily and there are no bad segues that break the attention of the audience.

If you too are a bit of a romantic, happen to always make the wrong choice and would perhaps just like to hear the story of Ritchie working for a man in Finland who kept sheep and enjoyed knives, then Carlo Ritchie’s Cooking For No One is a must-see.

 

Cooking For No One is showing at the Tasma Terrace as part of the Melbourne International Comedy Festival. Tickets can be purchased here.

 

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Stacey Waters

Stacey attempts to write things in between mountains of schoolwork and crafting coffee for the angry masses that rove about Melbourne.

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