Comedy review: Richard Gadd
Edinburgh Fringe Scotsman review: Richard Gadd: Cheese and crack whores at Southsider (Venue 148), reviewed by Kate Copstick
Punters at the Fringe this year, more than any for a long time, should be wearing badges that say “Thank You Peter Buckley Hill”. There is more quality entertainment, in many forms – some of them stranger than others – across the Free Fringe and its copies than there has ever been.
In the tiny room at the back of the Southsider pub I found Richard Gadd. He is not a happy boy. When the pre-show music is LeAnn Rimes and Harry Nilsson being unable to “live without you”, you get the taste of the show before Gadd takes to the mic.
He has been dumped. For reasons his now ex-girlfriend lists during a romantic dinner in McDonald’s. This extraordinary show does not end well, I should warn you.
In fact, none of it really goes happily for Richard who, once alone, alienates his therapist, loses his job, is sexually abused, acquires a Serbian stalker, fakes his mother’s death and ends the story in something of a bloodbath.
Those of you who have low tolerance for actual bodily harm should not sit in the front row. This show comes from the same stable as the genius of Kim Noble and its deranged, nihilistic, self-abasing narrative is played out in a similar multi-media vein.
The show is a spiky juxtaposition of faux upbeat “banter” sections and clumps of appalling one liners with the absolute misery of the narrative. And that is before you add Serbian Percy into the mix. Percy is an unsettling delight. Gadd unravels beautifully and awfully in front of us. It is cruel to laugh. But we do. Oh yes we do.
If you like your comedy on the edge you will love this show. I did. Fans of Sir Elton John, prepare to be outraged.
MORE INFO: Richard Gadd is at Southsider
Originally published in The Scotsman