Jen Brister: Now and Then
- Andrew Latimer
- 5 August 2012
This article is from 2012
Blisteringly funny view of adulthood
A self-confessed woman-child (or ‘adult-adolescent’), Jen Brister is no longer young. But she’s certainly by no means old. With the same feverish style found in last year’s Jen Brister is British(ish) and which frequently encourages hilarious tangents, she ventures way into her past.
On a journey from then to now, she profiles encounters with red tights as a six-year-old and several lost-in-translation moments with her Spanish mother. Brister is a truly natural and gifted performer, openly sharing her life junctures with us, of needing to ‘confess’ about her gay sexuality, of chatting to vacuous girly-girls at school, and of growing up with libidinous teenage brothers.
At real hair-trigger speed, Brister rattles through past events that have catapulted her into ‘proper’ adulthood, each tale immaculately written and delivered with whetted precision. She coyly asserts that we will learn nothing after watching her set and, granted, there are no political gags or profound statements here. But we receive something far more rewarding: a blisteringly funny and full-blown view of Jen Brister’s life.
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