An Edinburgh Festival Fringe comedy show with plentiful, if not constant, screwy, hilarious moments
Sarah Campbell has a lot of worries – they’re far better developed than your average set of neuroses, and they range from the quotidian to the existential. While the former can be predictable, among the latter sort are fears about the emptiness of language and vacuity of present-day civilisation, and these are fertile ground for some original routines.
Though she goes on a bit too long about ‘struggling with basic things’, such as not being mistaken for a small boy when purchasing alcohol, she actually recalls Victoria Wood in appearance and intense, rhetorical question-packed manner. With a fine writing pedigree that includes some well-known topical TV and radio shows, it’s clear that Campbell can find the funny in most things (her stage deep inside Cab Vol for instance: ‘under a desk lamp in some sort of hipster sex dungeon’). Her performance style is not quite as well-honed, being a bit reliant on funny faces to do the work.
In all, Campbell’s a likeable stage presence who works hard to get her audience on side, and an hour her company buzzes along nicely, with plentiful, if not constant, screwy, hilarious moments.
Cabaret Voltaire, 226 0000, until 23 Aug (not 12), 5.05pm, free.