Betty Grumble’s target audience are sex-positive, passionate feminists with matriarchal tendencies. It’s important to keep this in mind in case you are shocked by nudity or aren't ready to be verbally shut down, as one hapless male heckler was tonight. It’s abundantly clear that at Betty Grumble: Love & Anger you are free to be almost anything; just don’t be 'That Guy.'
Grumble’s feminism is a warped brand of hyper-sexuality, modern clowning and pseudo-psychology. A mixture that's surprisingly endearing despite her surface crassness. Greeting the audience with a full-frontal labial 'lip-sync', she weaponises her body to deliver bodily comedy that redefines societal limitations of sexuality. This all-singing, all-dancing sex clown will challenge, enlighten and – for some women at least – embolden with her playfully abrasive candour.
A cross-genre chameleon, Grumble launches into spoken word poetry about the destruction of the natural world and lunges into aerobics with a social justice twist. No medium is safe from her virtuous wrath.