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you know that You have come to the feminist stand-up, when you meet more women than men in the gents during the break. Or as a good colleague (and declared feminist) observed, as we rolled it in the same break: ‘If you threw a bomb in Bremen this evening, would at once exterminate two-thirds of the Copenhagen feminists’.
It was fortunately not anyone who did. Unfortunately, that was not thrown so many mental or comic bombs, it really overturned anything. Or it did there might. We have just heard most of them before. Most of all it had the feel of attending a sermon for the already initiated.
The 38-year-old Sanne Søndergaards seventh solo show had been given the title ‘Kontroltaber’, and has been launched as an attempt to examine the difficult art both to be control freak and at the same time, check in between to have the courage to let go of control. However, it was a theme that was abandoned pretty quickly, in the spot to develop into yet another frontal assault on the white heterosexual man.
And yes, I, the undersigned, belong to precisely this variety of the human race. And ashamed not even over it. Tonight’s talk has certainly a relevant point in that some men (apparently many of them) behave like some silly pigs across from the opposite sex. However, it is also a point, she gradually has aired so many times – her previous shows have had titles like ‘Mandehader’ and ‘Crazy bitch’ – that in between went routine, turned and cheap points in the.
the Show’s real agenda was also an assault against the stand-up environment as such, which, according to Søndergaard is steeped in the muggy sexism and outright sabbath, and the evening’s final rant could well be interpreted as a farewell address to the industry as such. Which would be a sin and a shame for when Søndergaard is fun, she is actually really fun.
If ‘Kontroltaber had been served as a lecture or a debatindkæg on female komikeres working conditions, it had been a really amusing and telling of the kind. But as the comedy show it was – especially in the first half – for one-stop and stridently to be really successful. It was also quite telling for the session as a whole, to Søndergaards jokes down in the chamber were most often met with a consenting yes than genuine laughter.
When silkeborg (Søndergaard is even from Ikon) of a comb is presented as one of the racists, it may be amusing to both the first and second time. But not the seventh. Udfaldene against the named colleagues were probably justified, but the bar also more touch of personal vendetta than biting humor. And one need not actually use the talk-time of ridiculing the journalist René Fredensborg. It does he fine himself. Neither bitche about the lack of pockets in the trousers for women. It is damn too easy. And simply takes the focus from the real issues. You can not just accuse Søndergaard to suffer from excessive self-deprecation.
If she now was just as fun as she is angry, so she would be one of the country’s best comedians. But she is not.
