The idea of throwing off the responsibilities of adulthood and returning to the playground can be all too appealing for some, so the prospect of a show dedicated to regressing to the days of hopscotch and bulldog is undoubtedly welcoming. Unfortunately, this isn’t going to be, as Monahan’s Game On does little more than offer a tiny glimpse at those halcyon days of youth.
It’s not that Monahan isn’t a talented man – his ability to deal with a howling drunken harpy shows he has the mettle – it’s just that this show is a bit rambling and random. He is a great storyteller, who is incredibly adapt at conjuring up idyllic scenes, and manages to drop in a liberal helping of quirky bon mots but the honest truth is that he his horribly disorganised. As a result Game On is a confused, stumbling huddle of memories rather than the rose-tinted jaunt down memory lane that it could be.
There is little doubt that Monahan has more to offer in the future but at the moment he deserves little commendation.
2/5
Richard Biggs
