You’d like to think you could review Lucy Porter without mentioning how goddamn lovely she is, but the problem is that she truly is lovely.
Besides being a pint sized babe, she also cares about her audience, as she doles out boiled sweets to those suffering in the Underbelly’s stifling heat - this where her real charm lies.
Instead of being just another stand up, pontificating from the stage, Porter has transcended the ultimate audience threshold and become their mate. Besides being a great achievement for any comic, this is particularly redolent for Porter as it makes her confession of being “a big, fat liar” all the more credible and generates a real interest in her quest for personal truth.
The journey itself plays out like a weird self-help book and allows us to learn things about the sweet, diminutive Porter that we wouldn’t think possible. In truth, her innocent façade is completely shattered, as we are treated to a series of catty remarks and explicit confessions that show us what she’s really like – naughty, filthy and actually very, very likeable.
Not only is Porter doing something fairly fresh and exciting, but her excitable and friendly delivery is a delight to behold. Once you experience the real Lucy Porter, you will never look at her in the same way again, or celery for that matter, but this can only be a good thing as the real McCoy is sexy, sassy and fantastically funny.
5/5
Richard Biggs
