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Bridget Christie: Housewife Surrealist
Published on Monday, 15 August 2011
4

4 stars

The Stand Comedy Club (venue website)
Comedy
4 Aug, 5:00pm-6:00pm; 5-14, 16-28 Aug, 4:40pm-5:40pm
Reviewed by Mathilda Gregory

 Recommended for age 14+ only.

Bridget Christie hits the stage dressed as a bishop, dancing to the Doctor Who theme tune and throwing communion wafers around. She’s hardly taken the safe option – this could go either way. Luckily for her, it is very, very funny. I was already certain I was going to enjoy this show.

Christie’s main theme is her own Catholic faith, and how to integrate this with a secular world. Her tales of blending her beliefs with her husband’s atheism were very touching (and the fact that Christie’s husband is a very famous Edinburgh favourite, whose name rhymes with 'Blewart Blee', adds some extra fun points for comedy anoraks to every mention of him).  It was an enlightening show, and I got the impression that Christie’s faith was a member of her family: something she hadn’t chosen to share her life with and something that was sometimes a bit awkward and embarrassing, but also something that she loved and that brought her joy. It’s an interesting and very original perspective.

The show ended up being less surreal than I thought it would, a shame, as those crazy parts were the most successful. The more conventional observational-comedy sections were less striking; though they worked well enough, I did find myself mostly waiting for her next leap into jolly lunacy. She makes the metaphysical and the surreal blend together very well. Religion made the most sense to me it ever had when tinged with an air of just accepting the ridiculous because it’s fun.

One comedy maxim runs that a comedian should open with their second-best joke, and close with their very best. After the glorious, gleeful opening to her show I was interested to see how she would finish. It didn’t disappoint. I don’t want to give anything away, but the final flight of fancy she conjures out of disparate props is both thoughtful and daft: and one of my favourite images from the Fringe this year.

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