As the title suggests, this show was hardly ever going to be in
especially good taste. Unfortunately, we are still in two minds as to
whether it was actually any good or not. Fair enough, there were a
fistful of laugh-out-loud moments and Richard Coughlan is a very
charismatic storyteller, but do we really need any more jokes about
Catholic priests touching kids, Michael Jackson being neither black nor
white or Nick Griffin being a Nazi? This is where our post-show
confusion lies, because whilst these jokes were sometimes incredibly
predictable and wholly unnecessary, they still had us and the rest of
the crowd roaring with laughter. Coughlan works the room well and
clearly isn’t afraid to ruffle a few feathers as he touches on subjects
such as abortion and paedophilia. But I guess that’s what you come to
expect from the kind of guy that takes methamphetamine for an entire
week before shitting himself in Tesco.Brighton Source - Fringe Reviews Part 2
Richard Coughlan Twitter
No comments:
Post a Comment