Live Review: Laura Davis

Remember that girl at that house party you went to a couple of weeks ago? That adorable girl who kept twirling her hair, came without an off switch and would reel off embarrassing anecdotes until she ran out of saliva? Laura Davis is that girl and she is not afraid to tell you. In fact, she is not afraid to tell you anything.

For an hour that seems to fly by she hits a range of subjects; from her perpetual loneliness to over indulging on 30c ice-cream cones, comedy as an artform to a near death experience involving a train and hot dog sausages. The show is gushingly all about her yet never feels indulgent, as if this is her own cathartic confessional with an audience willing her on. Armed with an honest, winning charm her many existential crises would seem alarming to any psychologist yet here it is winning material and she feeds off her audience’s spluttering laughter with as much zeal as an eyelash mite during a midnight orgy.

While it may seem spontaneous this performance is far smarter than she is letting on as her warm tone masks her wholly self-deprecating comment. Her charming hand-drawn graph charting your enjoyment and emotional journey through the show may predict where the lulls may come but they never do. You simply find yourself involved with every aspect of her seemingly worrying existence until she flips yet another excruciating situation into stifled laughter. As if things could not get any worse she cannot even look forward to living with cats and by the end you feel the need to offer her a giant hug, a plate of biscuits and some olbas oil. While she is wondering how she ever got into the ‘meat prison’ that is her life, as her graph predicted the room left happy.

By Omar Soliman

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