With all the tightly written new hours in Edinburgh, desperately written with the performer still scrambling to learn it in time for kick-off, a ‘best of’ show on the Fringe almost seems like the lazy way out. With Glenn Wool, it feels like anything but.
This hour of sewn together routines from Wool’s world-faring career in comedy, with bits plucked from back to his first album (2010’s fantastic ‘Let Your Hands Go’) up to the modern day, yet still manages to weave a narrative to what could so easily just be jump cuts to the greatest hits. The show revolves around free speech (a Wool staple), but is invigorated by the angle of finding himself unable to tell his family that he loves them. Whilst, this narrative does often seem slightly secondary, it is a very nice grounding device, as well as being a jumping off platform for the gold we’ve come to expect from Wool.
A routine on being able to curate his younger girlfriend’s pop culture knowledge which leads to a fantastic rant on 80’s Eddie Murphy is so painfully funny, my face ached slightly afterwards, and a section on visiting the blast site of one of the nuclear missiles in Hiroshima leads to the single funniest facial expression you will see this Fringe. Essentially, and this may surprise you, taking all of the funniest material from one of the Fringe’s funniest comedians leads to a very funny show. Sometimes writing reviews is easy, this is one of those times.
Wool is a comedy legend at this point, and if you want something uproariously funny, and almost surprisingly touching, go see this show. You will not be disappointed.
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