Sara Pascoe vs. The Apocalypse

Sara Pascoe
Phil McIntyre Entertainments by arrangement with Dawn Sedgwick Management
Pleasance Dome

Musing on the possibility of surviving the apocalypse is something playwrights have struggled with for aeons. It takes a perverse amount of ego however to use it as the basis for a one woman comedy show. Setting herself the task of being humanity's only hope, Sara Pascoe makes a good shake of it by first being wholly self-depreicating before coming up with a series of sweeping laws and rules for herself, her chosen male companion, and their inevitable progeny.

There is a lot of wit in evidence here, as she deftly moves from Feminist-friendly pornographic comic books, through one minute renditions of all plays and also managing to sneak in a worrying amount of references to Dizzee Rascal.

The downside comes with the intense feeling that the whole show isn't really going anywhere. The self-admitting points where the piece descends into preaching are evident in their lack of humour and detract from an interesting show that could do with having far more jokes squeezed into the running time.

Reviewer: Graeme Strachan