She Go Looks Out From Behind 2022
Bountiful natural landmarks, sprawling beaches, a thriving local economy of independent businesses, and a capital city with fervent diversity and one of the most underrated arts scenes in the UK. Norfolk is a rare haven. Apparently, She Go thinks it’s utter tripe.
Karl Minn’s returns to The Norwich Playhouse with a reflective magazine style show looking back on some of the more bizarre headlines that came out of the region over the last year giving it a “roight going over”.
The slideshow dynamic is a generic but decent convention when it lands. I enjoyed the novelty of flicking through absurd EDP articles about mammoth penises and farmyard antics. But the most I laughed at was a random meme that was probably pulled off Google.
Not only did She Go paint Norwich to be a burning cesspit with nothing to offer, but she decided to play discrimination bingo with her gags. In the first 20 minutes alone, she mocked facial deformities and dropped ablest slurs, striding onwards with transphobia, classist microaggressions, all topped off with some surprise islamophobia for good measure. She’s clearly been watching too much Little Britain.
One thing I commend Karl for is his fundraising efforts to create opportunities for disadvantaged young people in theatre. My question for him however, is how do you think a disabled teenager from a low-income background would feel about your comedy at their expense? I left the theatre feeling drained and disheartened. I didn’t think it was possible for someone to be so persistently negative for an entire hour and twenty-five minutes.
I appreciate the odd Norfolk incest joke as much as the next person. But where’s the humour in perpetual toxicity? In a time where the government is driving us against each other, the last thing we need is so called “comedy” inciting hatred.
