Metro Theatre
30 April 2011
Friends: Christina Lindop
After seeing Ricketts Lane at the Opera House 3 times in a row I obviously jumped at the chance to see the latest show from one of my favourite comedy duos, Sammy J and Randy; this time in Bin Night.
When Sammy J & Randy discover somebody dumping trash in their rubbish bin, they arrange an over-night stake-out to catch the culprit. But when their surveillance operation takes an unfortunate turn, they're forced to confront some painful questions - with only seven hours before sunrise to find some answers. Why has Sammy been blacklisted by the emergency services? Whatever happened to Randy's globe-trotting girlfriend? And what exactly are they hiding in their own rubbish bags? - SCFThe thing with buying tickets months in advance, your excitement level grows with each passing day and by the time Saturday arrived I was beyond happy and giddy. I really, really loved Ricketts Lane and couldn't wait to see Bin Night.
Definitely. Wasn't. Disappointed.
So, so, so funny and hilarious. And genius. And nerdy. And love. I've viewed Sammy and Heath's shows with little preconceptions of what the show will actually be about; obviously what the show is based around, but never any of the hilarious tangents and sub-plots within the story. It's refreshing to see a show and not know any of the jokes or songs (well except one without context). It makes the show even funnier and even more enjoyable. This case being no exception (apart from previously mentioned spoiler).
My favourite, and probably the rest of the audience, parts of their shows have to go to the improv pieces created by forgetting a line or not hitting a cue. Instead of trying to cover up the mistake, the two point out and further the joke created and make them into an entire new scene.
Sammy announced that he and Heath (Randy) would be signing merch out the front after the show, which meant literally the entire audience seemed to stay behind for chats, signatures and photos. Of course we didn't mind. As per usual we lurked at the back, clutching almost every possible piece of merchandise in hand waiting for our turn. The results as follows:
Randy face + Sammy juicebox
"Thank you for buying my CD! ♥ Sammy J (juicebox)"
A theme emerges: "Thank you for buying my DVD! And my CD! ♥ Sammy J (juicebox)"
"Thank you for buying my DVD! And my other DVD! And my CD!! ♥ Sammy J (juicebox)"
Whilst chatting after the show I mentioned that I was really hoping that I could see the show again the next night. It was so brilliant I'm sure I could figure some way of achieving this goal. At this point Sammy says, "Two seconds..." and quickly goes off. He came back a few seconds later and said, "There'll be two tickets on the door for you tomorrow." Me: "Thank you so much!" On the inside: "AHAIDIYTWYETNDFSDBSDFISDOFBYSDOF!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Ahem. Pretty much. Sammy is, like so many comedians, genuinely nice and always lovely. So you can guess that I was absolutely stoked to see it all over again the next night.
Absolutely fabulous night furthered by staying in the city with Tina and watching The Inbetweeners till late. Brilliant.
Sammy J & Randy in Bin Night
Metro Theatre
1 May 2011
Friends: Caitlin Fitz-Henry
This viewing of Bin Night was just as exceptional. Made special by seeing it with one of my regular comedy buddies Cat. Again, hilarious, nerdy, dramatic: exceptional. Improv pieces again a highlight and it occurred to me during this viewing that it is a nice change to see more of actual Heath in the show.
I successfully indoctrinated a new Sammy J & Randy fan and she bought be a Rib Cage and Felt face t-shirt. Fair trade I thought. :D More chats, signatures (keeping with the tradition of getting everything signed) and photos. Another ace night!
Bunny ears!
On this night I also nicked Sammy' J & Randy and Mark Watson's posters from the foyer, but shh! Don't tell anyone. :D
I've been really lucky this Comedy Festival. I got to see 6 shows, only paid for 2 and met every single one of the comics after the show. Solid basis to improve on for next years Sydney Comedy Festival. Perhaps by next year I'll have a job and be able to afford to go to every show that I wanted this year.
