Alice Marshall: Blood
- Henry Northmore
- 9 August 2017
Mixed bag of non-edgy character segments
Alice Marshall promises blood. And her Fringe shows open with a deliciously morbid short film that delivers on that threat, but it's such a contrast to the comedy that follows. The hour is split into five sections, each showcasing a different character and, almost inevitably, it's a mixed bag. The most successful are a bolshie Latina flight attendant savaging the Brits' love of the holiday hellhole that is Magaluf and an awkward singleton where Marshall finally dares to drag the audience into ugly and uncomfortable territory.
Unfortunately, the aggressive relationship guru and posh old lady feel like stock characters that never really go anywhere while the ten-minute section where Marshall flaps around the stage dressed as a bird (narrated by David Attenborough as cribbed from Planet Earth II) is a pointless digression that takes way too long to reach a single fart gag.
There are a few inspired moments of physical comedy and the aforementioned short films that precede each section are wonderfully dark, but Blood is nowhere near as edgy or extreme as it promises.
Just the Tonic at The Caves, until 26 Aug (not 14), 5.20pm, £5 or Pay What You Want.