Robin Morgan: Honeymoon
- Claire Sawers
- 13 August 2018
A smooth show that would benefit from a bit of mess
In a slim suit and pointy shoes, with a bowtie unfastened, Robin Morgan is fresh from his honeymoon. He got married to his teenage sweetheart a week before his Edinburgh Fringe run started, and feels a bit guilty for leaving her and their son behind.
Because he admits that he's never, ever had any drama in his life, and sticks to very normcore material about which supermarket meal deal is best or the type of high-maintenance woman that ends up on Don't Tell the Bride, he turns to the crowd to spice things up. Who's had thrush? Who can't get an erection? One hand shyly goes up and he pounces, with no real punchline to make it worth the interruption.
The view from inside his straight, white, well-spoken bubble – where there doesn't seem to be any real obstacles or awkward scenarios which make you really want to root for him – doesn't make for a gripping show. He grins and oozes smug charm, but the smooth confidence acts as more of a barrier than a way into his world. It's as though he's showing us the professional photographer version of a perfect wedding, when it would be way more fun to share the behind-the-scenes meltdowns and messiness.
Laughing Horse @ The Pear Tree, until 26 Aug (not 13), 4pm, donations.