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SORRY I HURT YOUR SON (SAID MY EX TO MY MUM)

★★★★

Soho Theatre

SORRY I HURT YOUR SON (SAID MY EX TO MY MUM)

Soho Theatre

★★★★

“his genuine humour and irreverent style keep the piece feeling fresh”

James Barr’s I’m Sorry I Hurt Your Son (Said My Ex to My Mum) arrives at Soho Theatre with the confidence of a show that has already lived many lives. Following more than 130 performances since its Edinburgh Fringe debut in 2024, it’s slick, assured, and clearly battle-tested.

He doesn’t quite start there, though. The opening feels rushed, as Barr races through his first vignette without fully letting the audience catch up or settle into the rhythm of his delivery. It’s a slightly nervous beginning, but a short-lived one. Within ten minutes, he visibly relaxes; the pacing evens out, the laughs land more confidently, and by the final third he’s even laughing at himself, leaning into the material with a sense of ease that feels both earned and infectious.

The show sits firmly within the now-familiar “comedy about trauma” mode that has gained traction since Hannah Gadsby’s Nanette. Barr even nods toward this lineage, referencing legal advice he received about naming and shaming the source of his trauma so he doesn’t get Baby Reindeer-ed. But while the structure may feel recognisable, his genuine humour and irreverent style keep the piece feeling fresh rather than slipping into mimicry.

At its core, this is a show about an abusive relationship. Barr recounts his four years with “Alex”, beginning with a rom-com-worthy meet-cute that rises to first love before slowly unraveling.

As a self-described hopeless romantic, he speaks candidly about wanting to “prove” his worth as a gay man within heteronormative frameworks, both to his mother, the emotionally unavailable Colleen, and to himself. When Colleen receives a Christmas card from Alex with the phrase ‘I’m sorry I hurt your son’ in it, her first response to comment on his lovely handwriting. The mother-son dynamic is one of the show’s more subtle motifs, but does wonders for hinting at the wider context in which Barr’s romantic life has unfolded.

If that sounds a bit heavy, there’s no need to fear. There are sharp jokes throughout, with a particular emphasis on gags about the royals, but the humour never feels incidental. Instead, it functions as a kind of emotional choreography: moments of vulnerability are carefully followed by punchlines, ensuring the audience is never left too long in discomfort. As Barr himself puts it, the laughs are never far away.

This balancing act is key to the show’s success. Barr seems intent on recreating, within an hour, the emotional whiplash of an abusive relationship; drawing the audience into moments of tension before offering relief. The result is that, despite the heavy subject matter (including the sobering statistic that 1 in 3 LGBTQ+ people experience abusive relationships), the evening never tips into bleakness. There are even detours into absurdity – German piss parties among them – that keep the tone buoyant and the audience consistently laughing throughout.

Those familiar with Barr from Hits Radio or his podcast A Gay and a Non-Gay might expect high-energy, irreverent banter. What they get instead is something more layered. As he wryly notes, he’s “doing trauma now”, much like Beyonce is doing country! But crucially, he’s doing it with warmth, humour, and in his own personal style.



SORRY I HURT YOUR SON (SAID MY EX TO MY MUM)

Soho Theatre

Reviewed on 12th April 2026

by Amber Woodward


 

 

 

 

SORRY I HURT YOUR SON

SORRY I HURT YOUR SON

SORRY I HURT YOUR SON

HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD

★★★★

UK Tour

HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD

Duchess Theatre

★★★★

“Pulman’s voice is the evening’s prettiest pleasure”

Entertainment delivered at conversational level is deeply unfashionable, to the point of feeling subversive. Nonetheless, Hooray for Hollywood has quietly, cheerfully pitched up at the West End, finding its place among a landscape of brazen, multi-media spectaculars.

In essence, this is a high-quality lounge act, and entirely unapologetic about it. If you are looking to spend a quiet evening with two excellent musicians, one singer and one singing pianist, a grand piano, and a century of Hollywood’s greatest tunes, here is the best game in town. Indeed, that’s the whole proposition here. There’s no hint of showmanship having moved on in the past 40 years, no ensemble, no spectacle. Just talent, and the confidence to know that is enough.

Liza Pulman and Joe Stilgoe have previous form together, and it shows. Their rapport is easy and unforced. Stilgoe, simultaneously accompanying and singing, makes the whole enterprise look effortless, which of course means it is nothing of the sort. The repertoire sweeps from The Wizard of Oz to La La Land, taking in West Side Story, Wicked and a great deal else besides. The show distils nearly a hundred years of musical cinema into two hours on a no-fuss stage.

Pulman’s voice is the evening’s prettiest pleasure. It is a beautiful instrument: clear, warm, and produced from the chest in the manner of an earlier generation of musical theatre. We are in Julie Andrews territory, rather than the nasal, pushed tone that has become standard in the post-Elaine Paige era. So much musical performance is now about demonstrating its own mechanics, but Pulman (clearly, highly-trained) makes singing seem like the most natural thing in the world.

The other pleasure is Stilgoe’s piano playing, which is glorious. It’s inventive, assured, and always in service of the song.

Lighting by Daniel Carter-Brennan and sound by Joe Barker are both assured and seamless. The Duchess is the smallest of the traditional London West End theatres. Sound and lighting are handled with the delicate touch the venue required for this no-frills show.

The script between the songs could do with more work. Their humour is deliberately old-fashioned and understated. But sometimes the audience is left wondering if there is any punchline at all.

Throughout the show, the audience rises together on a wave of familiar music. This mood is punctured by having to grapple with the jokes. For example, there’s a flippant line touching on the Caribbean and Mary Poppins being ‘all-inclusive’. Was the target the all-inclusive package holiday? I certainly hope so. Either way, that’s one to cut.

That aside, the evening is all elegance, escapism and generosity. Hooray for Hollywood will not win any prizes for contemporaneity and does not seek to. It is a show for people who still believe that a beautiful voice, a gifted pianist and a great song are more than sufficient. On the evidence of Monday evening at the Duchess, they are right.

 



HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD

Duchess Theatre then UK Tour continues

Reviewed on 13th April 2026

by Elizabeth Botsford

Photography by Matt Crockett


 

 

 

 

HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD

HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD

HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD