Christie is a 51 year old menopausal woman, a status that she feels brings both invisibility and freedom. Because women over 50 are never portrayed as active, sentient beings in films and TV programmes, and she is no longer under the tyrrany of breeding expectations.
This might sound like the starting point for a feminist polemic, and at times strays in that direction, but hacving some thinking and talking points strewn through the comedy is not bad thing. Funny, but with some depth.
And she is very funny at times. Nor do you need to be menopausal to appreciate it. Indeed anyone of a certain age will no doubt recongise her opeing three minutes in themselves, and vage nameless and nounless conversations are a daily occurence in our household. The observational aspects hold up well. There's physical comedy too, in an unlikely sequence about flashing in the park, and some good one liners.
Yes, it can be a little lecturing at times, but the sharp takes on ageing and how male oriented out society is make up for it. Worthwhile.
Bridget Christie, Who Am I?, was on in the New Town Theatre, but her run is now over.
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