There’s something to be said for self deprecation. ‘I’m a gay success story,’ Capurro announces, looking around a far-from-full basement dimly lit by neon bar signs. It’s only the first night of his Fringe run, and Capurro’s an August stalwart, so his disappointment is, hopefully, all very tongue-in-cheek.
While aiming inwards is standard for Capurro, The Trouble with Scott Capurro isn’t for the easily offended: he’s not above punching outwards, too, and he does – vehemently. Some targets are timely and obvious – Trump, the Tories, anyone who voted Brexit – others less so. Women, lesbians, victims of #MeToo. But, there’s a point behind every barb. ‘I couldn’t be a woman. I’m a headliner.’ cocks an eyebrow at a still male-dominated comedy industry. ‘Let me make the mistakes. You can laugh.’ is a reminder that sometimes there’s a time and place to be amused by jokes you might otherwise feel ashamed of. He’ll deal with the flak.
Capurro is a twitchy ball of rage, slippery in his truths. Is his husband really black? (Spoiler alert: no). He slips ‘I was raped’ so casually into a throwaway remark, then doesn’t really expand on it, that it’s just as jarring as his most vicious jokes. It’s hard to tell where you really stand with Capurro. What is clear is his seasoned knowledge of the performer/audience relationship. The jokes tumble out of him as though he just can’t help it, like a chain smoker who’s lit his next one before finishing the last. It’s almost hard to keep up. On top of this, though, is his advice for letting go of worrying about things being perfect. ‘Enjoy the festival,’ he says. ‘It’s always going to be fucked up.’
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