Julian McCullough: Dream Girls
- Brian Donaldson
- 23 September 2014
This article is from 2014
Meek comedy from American comedian at Edinburgh Festival Fringe
The mini-flood of American comics to this year’s Edinburgh Fringe didn’t really set much heather alight and the relatively low standard was encompassed perfectly in Julian McCullough’s Dream Girls. He may have a mischievous glint in his eye and Jim Jefferies’ mildly menacing smile, but McCullough is as meek as they come.
As we speed chronologically through his terrible love life (though it’s clearly not that calamitous given that he’s now a married man), you can’t help but deliver an almighty shrug of the shoulders at this hour-long peek into a man’s past which has all the gravitas of accidentally finding a wide-eyed ten-year-old’s grammatically-suspect diaries. Worst of all, it all ends with a regrettably gleeful reaction to the rather sad fate which befell the main female in his story.
In all fairness, McCullough does have a decent way with a crowd, and his matey banter with his front rows alleviates the rather lumpen nature of his ‘story’. It’s hard not to feel that his audience is acting like a collective therapist listening to a whole load of pent-up woes. And here’s the kicker: these therapists have actually paid money to have their ears bent.
Pleasance Courtyard, run ended.