Review by Patrick Martin
Photos by Adam Robertson
The French way of thinking has a way of polarising people. What some people find rude, others find enlightening and refreshing.
But if Parisian maverick Marcel Lucont is anything to go by, it seems that we all just love to hate every stereotypical aspect of the archetypal French man.
Dressed in a blue suit with no shoes and sipping on a French red wine, Marcel Lucont begins Marcel Lucont Is- an hour of unadulterated, racy and razor-sharp comedy with all of the self-indulgence one could only reasonably expect from a show entitled as such.
Marcel Lucont is the alter-ego incarnation of British comedian Alexis Dubus. If you say “Lucont” enough, you will quickly stumble across the inspiration behind his comedic portrayal of a worldly Frenchman. An self-appointed expert on masculinity, women, fashion and of course sex, Lucont’s wildly self-obsessed outlook is intoxicating. From complaining about the excessive noise coming from outside The Speakeasy where he is performing in Gluttony, to his snobbiest French accent as he mocks his “head cold” the audience is in the palm of his hand and also his cross-hairs, as two late comers found out early in the hour.
As Lucont mocks the lack of room temperature wine “in a country where the shade does not work” the audience is wrapped up in his overwhelming arrogance. The cultural elitism is exposed beautifully in conjunction with multi-media during the second half of the show, as Lucont waxes about British festival culture while disastrous examples flash on the screen behind him.
Everything about Marcel Lucont Is is about, well, Marcel Lucont. Dubus’ characterisation of the arrogant self-fulfilling Frenchman – mixed with the hour of side-splitting fax paus - is nothing short of outstanding comedy.
Marcel Lucont is not the nicest Frenchman you will ever meet but you will absolutely love him none the less.
Marcel is performing at Gluttony until March 13
Tickets are available here