Reviews & features: Scott Capurro

Vive le Cabaret

Fishnets, comedy and clowning share the bill

Made up like a goth-clown in a tail suit, the cabaret ringmaster bounds onto the stage accompanied by glitzy peacock-tailed dancers. There’s a desperate attempt to emphasise the sexiness of this show, with some forced audience interaction and calls for…

Who Are The Jocks?

A multi-faceted tale of love and loss

Having cultivated a persona for being a tough-hearted, callous shock-comic, it was something of a surprise to learn that Scott Capurro was turning to the death of his mother as the basis for his latest Fringe show. Dubbing her his ‘best friend and coke…

Fringe 2011 comedy: 5 shows about parents

Scott Capurro, Tom Rosenthal, Catie Wilkins and Des Bishop

Scott Capurro. In 2009, the San Francisco comic wrote movingly and warmly about the death of his mother, Donna. Now he’s turned his pain into Who are the Jocks? a show about his ‘best friend and coke dealer’. Pleasance Dome, 556 6550, 6–29 Aug (not…

Fringe for (around) a fiver: Comedy

The best cheap shows in Edinburgh this August

AAA Stand-Up/Late A trio of dandy comics for much less than the normal price of three in this annual not-late/late line-up. The earlier bill includes Joe Rowntree while the later roster has Matt Price. Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550, 3–5 Aug…

Comedy picks for the Edinburgh Fringe 2011

David O’Doherty Two shows this year from the beloved man of lo-fi musical comedy with the high-laugh quotient. His usual brilliant sit-down/stand-up fare, David O’Doherty is Looking Up, is augmented by his debut on the one-man comic play scene. Rory…

Scott Capurro

A mix of the inspired and the obnoxious

It’s been said that the older people get, the less worried they are about causing offence. Scott Capurro, veteran of some 15 Fringe summers, has clearly decided to go for broke this year, trampling all over every sacred cow and totem of political…

Take 5: Fabulous festival nudes

New Electric Ballroom - Ladies, have we not all dreamed of having our very own fishmonger stripped bare, hosed down and scrubbed by our older sisters before he is presented to us in a glittery blue suit? And there's even a post-nude song to commemorate…