LOU CONRAN: AT LEAST I’M NOT DOG POO DARREN
Lou Conran launches into this new show with gusto; making no bones about the fact it’s a try-out gig, and she’s never performed any of it before. But, crucially, she manages to be hilarious all the time she’s telling us she isn’t being hilarious. The audience banter is warm, friendly, and funny; and she rarely consults the reams of paper which she says she’s written everything on. This, essentially, is a stream of anecdotes about her life as a failed (or so she says) actor, some of the duff jobs she’s had to take because of it, and some graphically told tales of the intimacies of her love life. And there is a perfectly rational reason why all this makes the title of the show make sense, but no spoiler here. The said anecdotes are retailed with immaculate comic timing – though the behaviours they describe are considerably less than immaculate – and with no squeamishness about the less salubrious details. I think ‘scatological’ is the posh word, though posh this is not. Conran is an adept performer, her finger firmly on the audience funny bone, full of energy and self-effacing wit, and succeeds admirably in making a complete show out of not having a complete show. That’s the way to do a preview.
John Christopher Wood