Abigoliah Schamaun: Subtle
Charismatic hour feels like a full-on celebration of female sexuality
This article is from 2013.
There can't be many acts with as much sass as Schamaun. Her second Fringe show, as she wryly notes, is all about her favourite subject, 'me'. As well as a few impressive sideshow tricks – you can still hear the sound of grinding glass echoing through your head hours later - the show touches on her upbringing in Ohio, moving to Harlem and, in the main, features material that is gloriously candid about her rampant promiscuity. In parts 'Subtle' feels like a full-on celebration of female sexuality.
Schamaun's a hugely charismatic figure and though the gags themselves aren't necessarily riotously funny the show itself is a riot. Her perfectly pitched and delivered forthright anecdotes sit very well with this appreciative audience making for a great gig.
But because she's so good at delivering those provocative statements and confessions there is a tendency to lean on them. It's her gimmick, but then right at the end she comes out with a wonderfully pieced together analogy concerning cake and men. It would be great to hear more writing like this – then she'd be near unstoppable.
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