Review by Graeme Connelly

Cassidy has a few problems with modern society, using a slide show to point out how celebrities tweak their images in magazines to look unrealistically attractive or ridiculously thin. These are valid, if familiar, points, but although she speaks emphatically, she fails to make it funny.

Cassidy also gives an X-rated lesson on how to take the perfect cock selfie. Images of erect penises shot from different angles and in different lights are judged for their artistic value. It was the shock that got the laughs. Sarah appears to be a sweet American girl, to hear her talking so graphically about such hardcore pictures was unexpected to say the least.  

The serious point here could be to objectify men in the same way women are: judged on their intimate bits, studied in close detail. This may be important social commentary and it’s all said with a smile – but smiles are all she gets back, too.

As if that wasn’t enough dicks for one day Cassidy also treats the audience to her photo collection of crudely drawn cock-and-ball scrawlings that she’s seen on her travels, offering a running critique. There are a handful of gags in there but not enough to get past the fact that what we have here is a room full of people looking at knobs.

To lend balance, there were a few vagina jokes as well. Perhaps not enough, this may have been a part of the joke – feminism hasn’t quite finished its work in getting equal gags for genitalia.

She does have a couple of good lines to say, just not quite enough and without the conviction required to make them stick. Cassidy is almost asking the audience to take a leap of faith – she knows it could be funny, it just isn’t funny right now.

When her routines fall flat and don’t get the response she needs, she points to the screen again and lets the images get the laugh. The photos on the projector become the whole show, rather than an adornment.

Review date: 24 Aug 2014
Reviewed by: Graeme Connelly
Reviewed at: Southsider