Andrea Hubert: Holes of Joy
Gilded Balloon Teviot – Wee Room
Aug 7th to 26th (Not 15th)
*** 3 Stars
When I was a kid, I wanted a big sister like Andrea. Smart, sophisticated, and a storyteller of smut. I longed to be regaled with her superior knowledge about appropriate names for penises, or how to tell a good abortion joke. What I got was a big sister with only two of these attributes (I won’t say which).
She may be easy to like and easy on the eye, but Andrea hints at a life which has been far from easy. When she starts talking about the emptiness she feels inside her all of the time, I am misanthropically glad (‘one of me!’). It is therefore unfortunate when several jokes don’t quite find a good place to land, leaving me staring awkwardly at the backs of people’s heads. With her mixed bag of dick jokes and mental health monologues, Andrea must find ways to link depression and lap-dancing. This is no mean feat.
Andrea does well overall though, especially given the temperature on a muggy Sunday afternoon in a small windowless room in Teviot. I get the impression that Andrea really cares about her audience having a good time. She even loans paper fans to the audience and leaves them laying on chairs like party favours, which enamoured me to her from the start.
Holes of Joy doesn’t quite hit the mark for me in terms of a comedy show. I might have preferred to go for a coffee and a natter with Andrea instead, sister to sister. After seeing her show, I imagine this fantasy scenario may well have descended into dancing ‘til 5am at notorious Edinburgh nightclub and real-life ‘hole of joy’, The Hive. And that would have been just fine with me.
Review by Joanne Harrison