The improvisational fizz certainly goes a bit flat when Izzard is not taking part; you find your eyes drawn to the bar-stools at the side of the stage when he is perched there. At one stage on Thursday at the Albery Theatre, he grabbed the stage-side microphone as if to interrupt the centre- stage proceedings and heads visibly swivelled in anticipation. Even when he runs out of steam, he raises laughs; at one point, he ground to a halt mid-ramble and admitted to great acclaim: "I've no idea what I'm talking about."
He also has the authority to wade in and put a stop to a sketch that's losing the plot (although that is often the charm of improv). After an inspired riff as King Arthur wielding an Excalibur-like chainsaw, Izzard dashed on in the middle of the next, rather flagging improvisation and decapitated the others' heads with it.
Such is his mesmeric hold on the audience that he can endlessly repeat a seemingly insignificant line - such as "you're going to borstal" - to ever bigger laughs. He is also able to gang up naughtily with them against his fellow performers. When Frost as a hunchback-inspector came to visit Izzard's Quasimodo and told a string of weak gags, Izzard ran to the front of the stage and shouted: "People of Paris, a wanker has come to inspect me." Jennifer Saunders and Joanna Lumley were spotted in the star-studded audience on Thursday. Like the rest of us, they were no doubt cooing to each other that, thanks to a man in fashion-victim trousers, One Word Improv is ab fab.
`One Word Improv' at the Albery Theatre,
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