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RIKI LINDHOME: DEAD INSIDE

★★★★★

Soho Theatre

RIKI LINDHOME: DEAD INSIDE

Soho Theatre

★★★★★

“a standout piece of theatre comedy that nails the laughs while landing something far deeper”

Riki Lindhome – perhaps channelling her inner therapist from hit series ‘Wednesday’ – turns the lens on herself in ‘Dead Inside’, a raw, razor sharp rollercoaster about female infertility – one of society’s great taboos. Having broken out in comedy duo ‘Garfunkel and Oates’, Lindhome’s stunning first solo show commands real laughs, real tears and a really important conversation.

Motherhood sure is tough, but becoming a mother can be even tougher. Lindhome’s brutally honest account of her own journey captures the highs, lows and losses with her signature sweet yet savage style.

Lindhome nails a tightly crafted mix of humour, whimsy and emotional depth. What begins as a frothy Disney esque confection quickly reveals hidden layers. It’s impressively tight, with some hilarious callbacks and absolutely no loose ends. And Lindhome’s not afraid to laugh at herself either, with some exceedingly self-deprecating moments. But the show’s real power lies in Lindhome’s honesty. She keeps things grounded, nudging us to confront uncomfortable truths with clarity and care – whether she’s dismantling male centred media or calling out toxic behaviours in beloved movie classics. It’s all handled with such grace and wit, you can’t help but walk out with fresh eyes (or at least wet ones – bring tissues!).

Lindhome’s delivery is utterly hilarious, with impeccable comedy timing, effortless audience work and total command of the room. She’s a master of pacing, bouncing through lighter beats before pulling back for real introspection. In the deepest moments, you can feel the audience holding their breath. It’s true she “breaks the rule” by laughing at her own jokes, but her warmth is undeniable and endearing. In fact, the relentlessly delusional optimism she keeps referencing makes her pain bearable – for her and for us. At the emotional crux, she delivers a devastatingly tender song for her lost daughter and it’s impossible not to be moved.

Of course, it wouldn’t be a Lindhome show without music, and she rewards musical theatre lovers with multiple easter eggs. The songs are sharp, mature and as cutting as ever, filled with self aware wit and sly cultural digs, from doing Baroness Schraeder dirty in ‘The Sound of Music’, to framing motherhood as a woman’s ultimate destiny. Lindhome’s breathy singing style is a brilliant contrast to the barbed lyrics underneath, and she shows real skill across multiple instruments.

Director Brian McElhaney gives the show real polish and momentum, even playfully leaning into the egg themed double entendres. The 80s rock anthem to hysterical women could perhaps use a touch more energy (and maybe an electric guitar?), but overall far surpasses the comedy show format, landing as a full blown production with striking theatrical flair.

The design team really delivers. The video work is spot on, whether it’s perfectly timed smiley faces or an epic ‘Sound of Music’ montage. The lighting and sound design track the show’s shifts beautifully, matching the energy beat for beat. Lindhome’s bold red outfit helps her command the stage, and the tech team proves their worth when she jumps a line and loops back, the video remaining perfectly in sync throughout.

Lindhome’s ‘Dead Inside’ is a standout piece of theatre comedy that nails the laughs while landing something far deeper. Despite the heavy themes, Lindhome’s sensitive writing and grounded presence make you feel completely held. It’s a show not to be missed.



RIKI LINDHOME: DEAD INSIDE

Soho Theatre

Reviewed on 1st April 2026

by Hannah Bothelton


 

 

 

 

RIKI LINDHOME

RIKI LINDHOME

RIKI LINDHOME

STAMPTOWN

★★

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

STAMPTOWN

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

★★

“Fringe is an excellent space to push boundaries, but to my mind, Stamptown distastefully oversteps them”

Do you remember Rosamund Pike’s ‘Cool Girl’-monologue in Gone Girl (2014), based on Gillian Flynn’s book? The novel explains that the Cool Girl is someone who ‘adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex’. Add Stamptown to that list. From the novel: ’Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want’. I’ll confess I really wanted to be a Cool Girl about Stamptown, but the two stars that top this review are a testament to my shortcomings. An infamous staple of the Edinburgh Fringe, Stamptown provokes in all the wrong ways.

The show’s bad boy ringleader is the American Jack Tucker (real name Zach Zucker), who displays remarkable energy amidst the chaos. He is mostly unfazed by the flurry around him (every ten minutes or so, a group of about 15 men burst onto the stage and dance like they are in a 2016-Justin Bieber music video), and the only thing that breaks him out of his showman’s haze are frequent gunshot sound effects that leave random performers around him lying face-down on the floor. Charming and self-deprecating, Tucker’s jokes are disjointed but derive their humour from the fast pace at which he fires them at the audience. Given that their punchline is often a sound effect, the tech team (led by director Jonny Woolley) does a stellar job at keeping up with him.

Tucker is joined by a whole host of performers. It is tempting to describe rather than analyse the acts because Stamptown clearly resists interpretation. On this particular night, the show includes the able juggler Joe Fisher and a number of comedians. Martin Urbano manages to joke about femicide, domestic violence, and child pornography within about a minute. Be a Cool Girl I think, misogyny is funny, right? Every once in a while, a giant called Cory Peter Lane comes on stage and bashes a can with a hammer, spraying the beer in the general direction of his mouth. Guitarist Bonavega, dressed only in bright neon yellow hotpants, makes out with a bemused Jack Tucker, at which point the host’s hysterical partner/last night’s prostitute (Erin Farrington) makes an entrance. She’s the ‘don’t you hate it when your girlfriend’-joke (which did feature), personified.

There are two female variety acts: Elf Lyons, ‘a woman on the edge’, circles the state in confusion as her dress increasingly creeps her shoulders. I tell myself to give the show the benefit of the doubt: surely it will include one woman who is not emotionally disturbed? All hail, there comes Betty Grumble — but to no avail. The final act of the show, she quickly strips off all her clothes and sticks a flower down her vagina. Be Cool. But amongst the roaring, drunken crowd I feel uncomfortable and sad. Meanwhile, Grumble draws arrows on her body and writes ‘fuck’ on her belly with lipstick. She lets Tucker spit out his water over her as she does a widelegged handstand. She is a Cool Girl.

It’s fair to say that this show wasn’t for me, and based on the reactions in the crowd, a lot of people very much felt like it was for them. Fringe is an excellent space to push boundaries, but to my mind, Stamptown distastefully oversteps them.


STAMPTOWN

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

Reviewed on 14th August 2025 at Beyond at Pleasance Courtyard

by Lola Stakenburg

Photography by Renee Dominguez (from previous production)

 

 

 

 

 

STAMPTOWN

STAMPTOWN

STAMPTOWN