Amy Cunningham tell you the story of that time she had to get porn for her brother in prison, among others.
Should you see it?
Let me preface this review by saying that Amy Cunningham is funny. Very funny. Her casual performance style makes (here we don’t…) feel like you’re listening to a story from a particularly hilarious friend.
However, Cunningham’s problems with brevity don’t only extend to the title of her show. She tends to hem and haw her way to a punchline. While I think this is an intentional choice, she could do with punctuating those long, winding thoughts with something a little more sharp and direct once in a while. I found myself drifting off at a few points during the performance due to the pace, before being drawn back in by a funny joke.
Often, (here we don’t…) is a little too casual, like Cunningham didn’t take the time to learn her lines and is searching for what to say. Again, I believe this is a stylistic choice, but it gave the impression that she had jotted down a few bullet point notes to discuss about ten minutes before the show. (here we don’t…) could also do with more direction – Cunningham spends most of the show wandering the stage aimlessly, playing with her hair.
There’s potential here, but only enough material for a stand-up routine about half the length of (here we don’t…). As it is, the 55-minute running time drags and the story doesn’t really come to a conclusion, even though Amy Cunningham is a talented comedian.
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