Sean Hughes – Mumbo Jumbo

Sean_Hughes_foto_London-Calling-part-2-715x834Bridport Arts Centre
Thursday 10 September 2015
BR Rating ***

By Caitlin Appleton-Scott

A 49-year-old Irishman with a mind led to mischief by mumbo jumbo, a faltering libido and a talent for lip-syncing to Morrissey.

For a teenager, it was all too easy to feel left out by the middle-aged in-jokes, such as having a 10- minute after-dribble of urine whenever you’ve been to the toilet.

But by the second half, once most of the audience had spent a penny and begun to season their underwear, and expectations of back-spasming laughter had been lowered, it was a pleasure to simply enjoy the charm of this weirdly endearing man, sharing the most intimate aspects of his life with complete strangers.

We saw various glimpses of the embarrassments and regrets which the mumbo-jumbo side of his brain has lead him to; an interpretation of what it’s like to go dancing when you’re not as young as you used to be; and heard snippets from his book, My Struggle to be Decent, which were as funny as they were despairing.

Most impressive, though, for this young reviewer, was the discovery that we were in the same room as a man who had once been serenaded at sunrise by Robert Smith.

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Sean Hughes – Mumbo Jumbo

Bridport Arts Centre
Thursday 10 September 8pm
Tickets: £13/£11

Stand-up comedian, writer and actor, Sean Hughes is a man of many parts. In 1990 he won the Perrier Award at the Edinburgh Festival. He has been a team captain in Never Mind the Buzzcocks as well as starring and appearing in films. His current show reflects his lifelong battle to stay on the right side of sanity. There’s mumbo jumbo and common sense, and good old mumbo jumbo usually has the edge.

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Stewart Lee

Stewart LeeElectric Palace 27 April 2015
BR Rating ****

By Caitlin Appleton-Scott

“No one is equipped to review me,” said Stewart Lee, when the multi-talented, floppy-haired comedian returned to the Electric Palace having deprived the poor people of Bridport of his presence for 10 whole years.

So here goes.

Having watched Lee’s Comedy Vehicle on countless occasions, with his bit on Paul Nuttall from UKIP and immigration permanently engrained in my mind, I arrived shivering with anticipation.

Those of you who haven’t already seen his series, watch it now.

Lee reminded us of the universally-accepted Samoan conventions. The classic Samoan collar compiled of guttering with potato sculptures of Deborah Winger, John Lithgow, and Jack Nicholson floating in a circulating parsley-sauce moat. Ah yes, and the quintessential Samoan trousers with their penis drawbridge, and the typical Samoan tradition of dancing around a burning puffin-filled bin, on which cumin and children’s mittens are sprinkled. Not to forget the unforgettable Samoan music, making use of an Analog Moog synthesizer, a strimmer on a Vauxhall Astra, and a pig being repetitively poked in the back of its neck with a leek.

He ridiculed the audience, comedy, and himself alike. When we weren’t doing what we were supposed to do, he’d fill in for us, spurring the laughter on, and making it obvious that we were in fact doing exactly as he anticipated. His complete control led us to a forced encore, not that anyone was complaining, which provided an on-the-nose perfect analogy for topical events.

Lee held up a mirror up to the hypocrisy of society, using tentatively chosen words which always fulfil his intentions. He’s a latter-day F. Scott Fitzgerald, only with a more magnificent mop of hair.

Although no laughter-induced tears were shed, I was in a constant state of ab-defining giggles. The audience was dazzled by his ability to get it so right. Let’s hope we don’t have to wait another 10 years.

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