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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

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