Fringe 2013: Huh, is that all I use this journal for?
Lily Slade Shaved Her Legs For This; pity that was apparently it as far as her preparations went. (I was going to give her credit for persistence in the face of a stony-silent audience, but then she put us out of her misery 20 minutes early.)
Nikki Britton, on the other hand, demonstrates the injustice of the world in an entirely different way: she’s not famous, and Corinne Grant is. Very good material, either avoiding the clichés inherent in a show whose basic theme is “follow your dreams” or playing it so hard and well you don’t care, stunning gifts for delivering it, and she deserves to be playing the big tent in the Garden rather than a small room at the Tuxedo Cat (then again, audience sweat levels are about the same . . . )
Nellie White’s One Handed Show at least had effort, and thought, and material to match the quality of the title, and the best choice of intro music for any stand-up show I’d ever seen. The trouble was Nellie seemed like she got into comedy because there were no job openings lecturing at uni. She clearly loved her subject, and kept going off on lengthy, informative, but joke-deprived tangents. Her impeccably deadpan style didn’t help. Seriously, if they ever make an Aussie version of Daria, we’ve got our lead.
Nikki Britton, on the other hand, demonstrates the injustice of the world in an entirely different way: she’s not famous, and Corinne Grant is. Very good material, either avoiding the clichés inherent in a show whose basic theme is “follow your dreams” or playing it so hard and well you don’t care, stunning gifts for delivering it, and she deserves to be playing the big tent in the Garden rather than a small room at the Tuxedo Cat (then again, audience sweat levels are about the same . . . )
Nellie White’s One Handed Show at least had effort, and thought, and material to match the quality of the title, and the best choice of intro music for any stand-up show I’d ever seen. The trouble was Nellie seemed like she got into comedy because there were no job openings lecturing at uni. She clearly loved her subject, and kept going off on lengthy, informative, but joke-deprived tangents. Her impeccably deadpan style didn’t help. Seriously, if they ever make an Aussie version of Daria, we’ve got our lead.