Candy Gigi’s show, Friday Night Sinner, is unapologetically crude and defiantly over-the-top. There are signs warning of the explicit and interactive nature of the show before you go in (and content warnings on the website). If this is not your thing, it is not the show for you.
If you can cope with all that, then there is much to enjoy and ponder. Candy Gigi introduces us to the inner world of a bored orthodox Jewish housewife in Borehamwood who dreams of escaping marriage and entering the limelight. This is explored in a series of manic songs and sketches, including several with a talking vulva.
Some of these sketches skirt dangerously close to the line of acceptability. Not all will find laughing at abortion, domestic violence or Hitler easy. Gigi is undoubtedly talented and well in control of her choice of material, but I did wonder whether the same story told less frantically would have been easier to absorb. But it is Gigi’s story to tell, not mine, and she deftly carries the audience with her in her descent into desperation.
Jordan Paul Clarke acts both as Gigi’s accompanist and despised husband David in the show and is a taciturn triumph lifting every scene when they engage into a higher level of farce.
The backdrop for the curtain call is hilarious, so make sure to read it before exiting.
Friday Night Sinner runs until 20 May at Soho Theatre.
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