Indoor Fox Hunting

I don’t think there is a reliable correlation between the quality of an act and their intro music, but for Joe Munrow’s Indoor Fox Hunting, the indistinct and unmemorable music that we listen to while waiting for Munrow to take the stage, turns out to accurately foreshadow the next 50 minutes.

A few factors mitigate the unfortunate and trying show: technical glitches catch Munrow unawares and seem to force him to stumble, and the audience is small, disparate and timid: by all accounts a tough crowd. However, temperance aside, we are still left with fundamental issues arond material and delivery.

Munrow has an uncanny ability to pluck essentially funny ideas out of normal or mundane moments. He also has a lyrical way with words and his appreciation of language is obvious. But, as original as his starting points are, he has a terminally frustrating ability to not make it funny. Time and time again he has risibility within his grasp but he never reaches the coveted 'laugh out loud’ moment.