Grace Campbell is a nepo baby the girlies can get behind. Posh, blonde, and cheeky, Grace reminds me a lot of the private school girls I used to go to university with, if they had managed to glean a bit of likeability.
She’s cute, she’s stylish, she’s here to talk about the morning after pill. Grace is certainly not a female comedian who feels the need to apologise for talking about her sex life. Or that of her dog Eddie, who is as much of a character in the show as Grace is.
What’s abundantly clear when you watch Grace’s show, and hear how her audience loves her, is that she knows exactly what her female audience wants to hear. Not that I’d dissuade a man from going. If you’re cool, it’ll be cool with you. If not, prepare for what I’m sure would be a thoroughly gruesome hour for you, forced to hear about the ever encroaching threat of pregnancy, STIs, and a pharmacist who hates you.
I feel a bit embarrassed to admit it isn’t the hit with me that it seems to be for just about every other woman there – the theatre we’re packed into has barely a seat to spare. It’s not that it isn’t good – but something about the performance just doesn’t fully connect with me. Grace’s confident strutting as she blags about ket snorting and sexual antics just didn’t reel enough proper laughs out of me.
Grace Campbell Is On Heat, Gilded Balloon at the Museum, 19:40, until August 11, or until August 13 at Gilded Balloon at The Queen’s Hall, 20:00.
https://tickets.edfringe.com/whats-on/grace-campbell-is-on-heat
