Straight to the point with the title (the posters too), then hammered home with a raunchy pole-dancing introduction (not Davis, yet). It was a good start. The standard R18+ tag dressed in comedic voiceover confirmed our hopes. We all knew what we were in for: lots of dirty jokes, fetish fun and phallic humour. Sex slides itself into nearly every comedian’s routine at some stage. So just think of Davis as the one who used it too much, and turned nympho.
She takes the stage brimming with confidence and scripted material, typical tramp regalia and flourish of braids in tow. Not a seat un-bummed in the scatter of tables. A crowd relaxed in the mellow light and suggestive music as Davis flies straight from a teasing overview into the history of sex, drawn from google and other comically credible references in a stereotypical female perspective. She goes on to cover it all, no list needed; you’ve all got imaginations.
Her punchline gags are often driven by shock value, at times exaggerated into redundancy, and offered in high-pitched brat-like inflections; don’t sit too close to the speakers. While a few of her runs are predictable, Davis wins roaring laughter with some original gems and well placed run-ons. The show is broken up mid-coitus with footage of reality infidelity show ‘Cheaters’ and audio from phone-sex line Dial-a-Granny, both of which seemed to get the most consistent laughs of the night.
Good, though not great. Davis has a strong stage presence, but falls short of the mark built up by her topic. Topped off well with a hilariously goofy strip tease.
I wasn’t going to go back and see her show this year because she bombed so badly last year. Seriously, I’ve never seen a performer lose it on stage so completely before. I was embarrassed for her and I didn’t think she’d come back to the festival again. I’m glad she did for her sake but I’m still not sure if I will go see her again. Given this review I might but I can still feel the cringe from last year.