In ‘Cry Me A Liver’, Lucie Pohl becomes six distinct New Yorkers, from a homeless man to a fame-hungry Sia wannabe. Unfortunately for Pohl, however, she lost the crowd right at the start, as they appeared bewildered by the first character, which was followed by a procession of ill-conceived, clichéd stereotypes, and not particularly funny ones. There were occasional titters amongst the audience, with the biggest laugh coming as she introduced herself as one of Putin’s sperm, but afterwards I actually had to check that it was a comedy gig I’d just been to. To her credit, Pohl immersed herself in her characters, continuing to perform as if she was basking in applause, rather than silence.

Gilded Balloon, until 31 Aug.
tw rating 2/5 | [Daisy Malt]