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Michael McIntyre Is Faker Than A £5 Rolex

by | 20th, March 2014

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MICHAEL McIntyre has millions of fans. I’m just not friends with or related to any of them. I don’t think I’ve ever met one. Michael McIntyre is the Tony Blair of standup charismatic enough to get millions of people to back him but embarrassing enough that they’ll all deny it. I don’t dislike McIntyre because he’s mainstream. There are loads of comics who walked the middle of the road who were wonderful. There’s nothing wrong with acts that can play to massive BBC One audiences. Look at Billy Connolly or Jasper Carrot in their prime, Dave Allen at his most palatable or even Bob Monkhouse, for all his joke lifting tendencies.

The problem with McIntyre is that he’s faker than a five quid Rolex. There’s nothing genuine about his schtick. His are the studied routine of an estate agent who, having decided that shifting suburban semis isn’t for him, turns his pseudo-chumminess to the art of gags. He has David Brent’s laugh and the worst mugging habit since Morph was melted down to make fresh plasticine. His every move stinks of sweat and desperation, as if he were simply a competition winner who has gotten lucky and not a gimlet-eyed professional with a ruthless management team backing him up.

Despite it all, I was planning to be contrarian and write a spirited defence of Michael McIntyre’s chat show but I realise the attendant stigma would force me to retreat to the wilderness and live as a shame-ridden hermit for the rest of my days. The hits would just not have

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