George Rigden: George-ous
- Brian Donaldson
- 7 August 2018
An hour spent with a dishevelled and misguided muso
Channelling the deluded loser schtick of David Brent and Alan Partridge, George Rigden picks up his guitar and goes headlong on a road to nowhere. He may consider himself to be quite the 'player', but those audience members he attempts to woo (female ones) or tries to intimidate (male and female ones) can see right through his wine-soaked façade. Indeed, if you're looking for a Fringe equivalent to Rigden's tormented soul slowly getting more sozzled as the hour proceeds until a psychological meltdown unleashes a torrent of bitterness, look no further than Jeremy Lion, the soured kids' entertainer of yore.
Not that you'd let your kids (or anyone of a delicate nature) anywhere near the character of George Rigden, whose songsmithery includes a number entitled 'World's Sexiest Man', the subject of which needs no further explanation. While the misplaced narcissism and inevitable plummet into the gutter are both fairly predictable (although the concluding descent goes longer and hits harder than is comfortable for the gathering), he digs out some good lines from the morass, such as the notion that sadness is a modern invention created by a particularly maudlin British band. With a different narrative set-up and a few better gags, Gorgeous George could go places other than down the way.
Pleasance Courtyard, until 27 Aug (not 13), 9.45pm, £7.50–£10 (£7–£9.50).