Briony Redman: Secret Show
Audience participation from hell and a sketchy show with few saving graces
This article is from 2016.
Having claimed during the course of Secret Show that she took up live comedy to conquer a fear of public speaking, you'd think Briony Redman might have a little bit more empathy towards shy audience members. You can ask a reluctant person up on stage to perform a routine (here a flight safety demonstration) which doesn't work out as they clearly don't want to be there: it happens all the time. So, going back later to drag that person up again to relive that exact same scenario (but this time alongside another audience member who is clearly far more confident) is an act of unforgivable humiliation.
This toe-curling moment is all the more terrible given that Redman seems like a perfectly decent person, but her attitude displayed here and general lack of gags in an empty character-strewn show makes for a pitiful experience. There are tedium-laden running skits about a wannabe dance superstar and a noirish private eye, while the sequence of a serial killer trying to negotiate their own notorious nickname is horribly drawn-out.
Redman has a wide-eyed enthusiasm that she could no doubt bring to a better project and hopefully she tackles other shows with a little more sensitivity.
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