Whenever the Fringe manage to bag someone who is a ‘Big Name Star,' they always come attached with something else: expectation.
A majority of the time, the audience's expectation is filled. Everyone leaves the venue with a happy, smiley face, knowing in their heart that their idol is exactly how they envisioned them to be.
On the flip side of this, there are the people who just really let you down. May it be bad jokes, acting or just the fact that they come across as being . . . you get the idea.
I had expectation for Janeane Garofalo. When the Fringe launched its programme and I had a look through, she was the only person I wanted to see. I had my expectation, but only one that was based on the film Romy & Michelle. And really nothing more.
Dressed in a pink tank top, shorts, tights and a pair of Adidas trainers, Janeane muddled through her hour, in a way that can only be described as disjointed and having no real form of direction. Did that matter? Not to me. Her style was more like that of a stream of consciousness, as she darted from the Right Wing to children to dogs then sex. All the while, apologising for any offense caused and making acute observations that can be described as nothing more than genius.
As the show came to an end, there was a feeling of disappointment within the air, but I was unsure why. People want structure? No they don't; if it had been more constructed that would have been it's downfall.
This is comedy at its most natural form: open, abrasively honest and a little bit disjointed.
Whatever expectation you have, it won't be met. Just sit back and enjoy as Janeane takes you on a one-hour insight into her scatty, but very, very funny world.
Times: 6-15 August, 8.30pm
Tickets: £12 (£11)