Artur Shamgunov is a comedian who, over the years, turns tiredness from domestic thrash and family wars into an antidepressant of sarcasm and observation. His concerts are a mix of tourist absurdities, health anxiety and eternal war with the Soviet leaven, where even a tourist trip turns into a marathon of mud baths and googling his own life.
The strongest thing in his standup is not the desire to make you laugh at any cost, but the ability to confess honestly: family routine, divorces and attempts to "expect nothing from children" are a comedy of errors, where love is inseparable from fatigue and business approach to parenting. In a world where screens are more expensive than feelings, and sincerity is as rare as the tears of a grown man, Shamgunov remains someone who is not afraid to give out real bitterness in a restrained voice.
No matter how many times he talks about his inner child, his cynical childhood or his alcoholic mother, one always gets the feeling that standup is his last island of honesty amidst endless family spoilers.
