Liza Treyger: In The Weeds
- Claire Sawers
- 22 August 2019
Self-deprecating and well-judged approaches to tricky topics
If you're worrying that big chunks of the full-price Fringe are getting too safe and sanitised and losing their edge, then a stand-up like Liza Treyger should come as a relief. She's a very likeable New Yorker with a smart mouth and a face set almost permanently to deadpan; although she flashes a cute smile and looks visibly more relaxed when someone in the front row gives her a beer that he's smuggled in.
Born in the former Soviet Union but raised in America, Treyger says she mostly avoids reaching any goals and wastes time following Shetland ponies or celebrities' mothers on Instagram instead. She's very good with material on bad TV shows, weed, toxic friendships, and that time she lived in a vegan, anarchist squat in Portland.
A few times she asks the crowd if they are OK with what she's covering. It's her first time at the Fringe and she's obviously not sure what you should talk about at an arts festival, especially given her style is more dive-bar open mic than mainstream telly comedy. She receives the green light of encouragement from the laughing crowd that she was waiting for, and carries on with more 'talking shit' and gossiping about bad ethical porn, non-English-speaking parents, wrong financial decisions, and feminism, all done in a nuanced, self-deprecating and, most importantly, hilarious way.
Underbelly Bristo Square, until 26 Aug, 10.35pm, £10–£11 (£9–£10).