Review: Craig Hill - Playing with My Selfie
If you're not keen on a roasting, then whatever you do, don't turn up last minute to a Craig Hill gig. Craig Hill is a comedian that's been on the Scottish Bitch radar for quite a while now. My first encounter with Craig Hill came around two years ago, on a merry trip to the Stand comedy club in Glasgow. In typical Saturday night style, Craig was in a line up of four, and last to the floor, so in all honesty, the hilarity than ensued could have partially been down to the empty bottle of wine I had sitting in front of me.
Fast forward to the Glasgow Comedy Festival two years later, and by chance a pair of tickets for Craig Hill's new show "Playing with My Selfie" made their way into my hands. Recounting the evening two years prior, there was one clear act that stood out in my mind - the oh-so-fabulous Craig Hill. Naturally, I seized the chance to go and be reacquainted with the campest man I've ever seen perform.
Craig's style is unabashedly flamboyant. Hill's high energy persists throughout the show, beginning with a nipple-licking worthy dance routine and quickly morphing into an opportunity to relish the crowd's hysterical uneasiness at such a raunchy display.
Despite following a narrative as all stand-up comedians do, the first half of the show is based largely on audience participation - with Hill picking on the naive few that have the "misfortune" to sit within the first two rows. Butch men are ridiculed for their masculinity, middle-class women for their "poshness" and even part-time students for bringing their mum along to the show - Craig Hill's heckling does not discriminate - playing upon the social insecurities of the crowd - exposing them for what they are - daft misconceptions.
But, nobody is safe from Craig Hill's watchful eye - with unsuspecting audience members from the very back of the room being brought into the spotlight - publicly and hilariously punished for their late arrival.
The latter half of the show descends into further debauchery, continuing to expose modern-day stereotypes and finally, building up to a final crescendo of "Girls on Film" by Duran Duran, with a modern-day twist.