Bridget Christie: War Donkey
Feminism with a side of toilet humour
This article is from 2012.
If you think a tape of fart sound effects is the last word in quality stand-up, then you may enjoy this show. For everyone else, it’s probably best avoided. And the farts are the best jokes. Lurching between bizarre costumes and soapboxing about hypocritical Tory ‘feminists’, with plenty of flatulence as decoration, Christie frequently abandons whole routines, punchlines and payoffs.
She has some really good things to say about women’s plight under the current government, and she almost says them, but lets down her cause with messy delivery. And for a comedian who rightly complains that female comics are often not taken seriously in their own right, it’s disappointing that Christie’s best lines are the ones she reports having been said by her husband (Stewart Lee: you might have heard of him?).
In a world where female comics are treated seriously, they will still sometimes get a bad review; but it won’t be because of their gender. I really wanted to like this show, but don’t let Christie take your money and give you nothing but farts in return.
Assembly Rooms, 0844 693 3008, until 26 Aug (not 13), 1.30pm, £10 (£9).