GUY WILLIAMS in ON THE VERGE OF NOTHING
05/05/2012 - 05/05/2012
14/05/2012 - 19/05/2012
The self-described “star” of TV3’s ‘ The Jono Project’ is nominated for the prestigious Billy T Award.
Since leaving high school at the end of 2005 Guy Williams has been mildly successful as a BA student, ‘amateur professional’ basketball player, student union leader, unlicensed liquidator, unqualified legal advisor, failed pub quiz host and faux television journalist; constantly on the brink of achieving greatness without ever actually getting there.
In late 2011 Guy Was asked to speak at his old high school as someone who was quote “successful or on the verge of success”. Guy agreed to give the speech mainly in an effort to stop local multi sport champion Nathan Fa’avae from getting to do it for doing it for the 5th year in a row. “On the verge of nothing” is Guy’s attempt to ‘educate’ the students of Nelson College using his own experiences to impart the wealth of wisdom and knowledge he has acquired in his time spent ‘almost making it’.
Guy Williams has been stalking the boards of the New Zealand Comedy scene for over four years. Guy claims he “captured the hearts of the nation” in 2010 when he appeared on Paul Henry’s reakfast program as a representative for “Commercial Whaling New Zealand”.
In 2011 Guy ‘starred’ in TV3’s “The Jono Project” where he has been described as “easily the worst part of the show” (Jack Finnen, user comment: stuff.co.nz). 2012 will see Guy’s return to Paul Henry’s show as a guest on “Would I lie to you”. He will also appear on TV3’s new sitcom ‘Hounds’.
“B Grade Celebrity” – Dominion Post 18/5/09
“Tosser” – Paul Henry (Australian Woman’s Weekly) 1/8/2010
As part of the NZ International Comedy Festival 2012
GUY WILLIAMS – ON THE VERGE OF NOTHING
Dates: Sat 5 May , 6.00 pm.
Venue: Tararua Tramping Club, 4 Moncrieff St, Mt Victoria.
Tickets: Koha Donation, Potentially Free!
Bookings: 027 665 3004 email@example.com
Duration: 50 min
Dates: Mon 14 – Sat 19 May, 8.45 pm
Venue: The Classic Studio, Queen St, Auckland.
Tickets: Adult, $15, VIP Super Pass $17
Bookings: 0800 TICKETEK www.ticketek.co.nz , www.comedy.co.nz
Duration: 1 hour
He has moments
Review by Maraea Rakuraku 06th May 2012
I’m way outside the Guy Williams demographic. Well that’s what I think as I look around at the predominantly 20-something, pākehā male, bursting at the seams Tararua Tramping Club that probably hasn’t seen this much action since Girl Guide meetings circa 1987.
Sure the gig is entry by koha – which he says means Māori for free (idiot) – but by crikey, either all these people are his family, old school mates, facebook friends (all of them) or he really is that good. Sure, I’d heard vague things about The Jono Project but I’ve never actually seen him on it. Though, one time I did catch an episode when the shameless, in-your-face Dakota, NZ’s Next Top Model, was mocking herself. That shit was funny.
He reminds me of a poor man’s version of Hugh Laurie (Blackadder‘s King George) – I wish. No, not Greg House either. Think more the character in the Ang Lee version of Sense and Sensibility. His delivery is deadpan and emotionless – that’s where the similarity ends – as he rolls out over and over stories and observations.
The single time he cracks a smile is when he’s riffing on the Prime Minister’s name and even then it seems to be because he made it up on the spot and is celebrating his own cleverness. But then it’s always hard to tell. The act really is everything. Everything is the act.
The audience is eating this stuff up, and it’s not just the person whose laugh is close to what I suspect is a constipated neighing horse. I look around to check. Is a constipated horse in here? It’s hard to tell because they heart him. Hardout. It’s everywhere. I just don’t get it. I don’t get why they love him so much and it feels like I have gained entry to a parallel dimension where sarcasm could quite easily turn nasty (think Paul Henry without the maturity; no strike that – just think mean). The crowd is in some kind of rapture. Have I unknowingly entered The Rapture?
He’s a hater, emanating private school boy but without the boofy, get pissed bravado. Twice he brags that his job is to “just make people feel awkward”. What, a way to make a living. He just seems like a socially awkward shy kid who has morphed into a socially awkward overly sarcastic adult.
He drops names. Really? This is New Zealand. No-one cares. I look around again. Every single guy is riveted. WTF? Do they actually care? They either want to be him or they want him. Maybe both. Either way. Boring.
The crowd goes mental when he holds up a picture of Seal and says [‘punchline’ deleted-ED]. You’re kidding me, right? Lame. I’m actually starting to think this guy can do no wrong and now I am starting to wonder who I find lamer: him or the audience.
He has moments. The NZ-specific stuff for instance. Jabs at Starship, warnings from Wellingtonians about Auckland, music – though I don’t get the Nesian Mystik dig. The Feelers seem more worthy of that honour. I actually think his style of comedy is better on-screen than live.
There’s something very manufactured about it. Finally, towards the end, I figure out why I’m finding this oh-so-very-painful and why a 45 minute set feels like 8 hours and it’s because I’ve heard it all before. Only it was better the first time but hey he is only in his 20’s. Though that doesn’t explain – or does it? – the way the audience has responded and when I catch glimpses of older patrons, troubling.
He can get better. I have no doubt he will; the structure is there and obviously so too is the fan base. After seeing this gig I get why comics operate under aliases – it’s to separate yourself from the onstage persona. The thing with Guy Williams is that I’m not actually sure where that line is or if indeed there is a line.
When it’s over the applause is off the radar, there’s even some foot stomping and they are gagging for more. The smiles are wide and genuine, especially mine as getting slapped by the cold Wellington air is more preferable than sitting in there any longer.
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