The 2010 season is nearly upon us, so watch this space for your in-depth coverage.

Are you a budding writer?  Got a passion for live performance?  The Pun is now accepting applications to be a part of our team for 2010.  We’re searching for reviewers, writers and sub-editors to cover the Melbourne International Comedy Festival.  To apply, send your resume and two samples of your writing (including one live performance review) to lefa@anewleaf.com.au by 28 February.

Long ago, established comedian Lawrence Mooney came to the realisation that in order for a man to feel comfortable about laughing at something, he first has to look at the woman that he’s with in order to get permission. It’s a subconscious thing, perhaps left over from more chivalrous days, something we don’t even realise that we’re doing. It was at this point that I looked over to my fiance … and she was laughing. I rightly assumed that I had permission to laugh, and I perhaps overused it!
Lawrence Mooney …

Like fashion’s foray into flannel, one of this festival’s stronger trends has been 1990s nostalgia. A natural progression from the comic book/cartoon fascination generated by blockbusters and internet download trends, celebrating our youth ironically has been a favourite of thirty-year-old male comics. But on this closing weekend with a final Festival Club headliner, MICF organisers have hooked their rose-tinted Oakleys onto their No Fear T-shirt and instead plucked from overseas a boy born in 1990.
Freshly graduated from school, Bo Burnham is an internet celebrity with a Comedy Channel special already …

If people browse the Comedy Festival guide like they surf the internet, the first thing they’ll hit is Sexual Perversity. So it was the first thing The Pun hit.
Audience members entered this four-hander play wearing badges boasting ‘Sexy’ or ‘Perv’ and were greeted at lights up by Muddy Waters’ ‘Hoochie Coochie Man’ and tight brown lounge suits bulging at the crotch. It’s a bar scene and Bernie (David Bramble) sweats sexual animalism as he regales his mate Danny (Ben Griffiths) with last night’s conquest. It could almost be a scene …

A show that opens with an uninspired writer trying to write at their desk, but instead miserably eating chocolate, is a bad sign. You can’t help feeling the author’s imagination has gone out the window (which is incidentally the only other prop in this ingeniously stripped-back set design) and that they are just writing exactly what they were doing a few months before the festival.
Luckily, you know not to stop at this potentially bad sign, and for that you’ll be rewarded. This light-hearted caper is enriched with fun, clever writing …

This is definitely a comedy show. Writer Keiran King warns “these scripts are made purely to entertain, that’s it – no meanings, no thinking too hard”. There are no themes, narrative threads or messages to learn, just silly antics committed to wholeheartedly by a boisterous cast of five. The sprawling nature of the four main sketches cook up images of inner-urban sharehouse life; renting inspiration from hard rubbish days, television shows and begging drunks.
This is a confident production that entertains you during set changes with quick, funny skits or medleys …