Oh, Hello is so funny that by the end of the show, you've laughed so much and so hard you feel like you got hit by a truck. To say it's a laugh-a-minute kind of show would be an understatement. It's like the best sketch show of all time collided with the most meticulously written play in one intense, jam-packed hysterical crash. A surreal combination of genres as well as a fusion old and new school comedy, John Mulaney's and Nick Kroll's Oh, Hello is an absolute must see if you get the chance to go to its upcoming run on Broadway.
Oh, Hello followed the characters of George St. Geegland and Gil Faizon, the elderly duo from Kroll Show who have strained, whiny voices, love to kibitz, and recurringly tend to put the emphasis on the wrong syllables of words and say "Oh, Hello" in unison. Within Oh, Hello, the two performed a show called "True Upper West," which told the tales of the unbelievably elaborate lives of these two upper class liberal baby boomers from New York from when they met in the '60s onwards, but also veered into plenty of unrelated territory.
A few of the endless number of hilarious moments in this epic two-hour performance: when guest of the night, NBA player Blake Griffin, was presented with a sandwich filled with a nearly foot-high stack of tuna; when St. Geegland announced he was leaning as he was walking because the stage directions were in italics; when St. Geegland deemed Swedish fish are the Cadillac of gummies; and when the aging duo stumbled through an intentionally clumsy yet earnest dream ballet.
Ultimately, it was the closing diatribe that shone brightest in the midst of this night of comedy gold. As the septuagenarians lay on the ground in a large spotlight, their improvisation and musing about what they'd done in Montreal that day blurred the lines between Mulaney and Kroll and their characters, creating a finale that was as meta and candid as it was mind-blowingly uproarious.
Oh, Hello followed the characters of George St. Geegland and Gil Faizon, the elderly duo from Kroll Show who have strained, whiny voices, love to kibitz, and recurringly tend to put the emphasis on the wrong syllables of words and say "Oh, Hello" in unison. Within Oh, Hello, the two performed a show called "True Upper West," which told the tales of the unbelievably elaborate lives of these two upper class liberal baby boomers from New York from when they met in the '60s onwards, but also veered into plenty of unrelated territory.
A few of the endless number of hilarious moments in this epic two-hour performance: when guest of the night, NBA player Blake Griffin, was presented with a sandwich filled with a nearly foot-high stack of tuna; when St. Geegland announced he was leaning as he was walking because the stage directions were in italics; when St. Geegland deemed Swedish fish are the Cadillac of gummies; and when the aging duo stumbled through an intentionally clumsy yet earnest dream ballet.
Ultimately, it was the closing diatribe that shone brightest in the midst of this night of comedy gold. As the septuagenarians lay on the ground in a large spotlight, their improvisation and musing about what they'd done in Montreal that day blurred the lines between Mulaney and Kroll and their characters, creating a finale that was as meta and candid as it was mind-blowingly uproarious.
