Preaching to the converted
This article is from 2009.
In God Collar, Marcus Brigstocke treads the well-worn path of questioning religion, albeit with wistful curiosity rather than a Dawkins-style damnation of all things spiritual. Brigstocke wants something to fill an empty space in his soul, which lends this thoughtful show a pathos missing from other God-doubting offerings. It also allows him scope for some stunningly bilious attacks that spring from that middle-class Radio 4 mouth like acid. This is Brigstocke at his intelligent best, and although preaching to the converted, he is a master at retaining his point while meandering into other comedy territory, such as a beautiful segment about his children.
His delivery is all that you’d expect from such an experienced performer, with biting metaphors and a personable style that eases through the occasional lull in laughter. Comedy has long been aware that the best way to belittle religion is to poke ever-increasing holes in ecclesiastical logic, but somehow Brigstocke manages to keep this an insightful, joyful and fresh addition to the genre. Hallelujah.
Assembly Hall, 623 3030, until 30 Aug (not 17), 8.40pm, £14–£16 (£13–£15).