Andrea Hubert: Week

Andrea Hubert begins her show recounting a story in which she over-competitively completes a jigsaw puzzle with her young nephew. This revelation of an unsympathetic aspect of her personality is a neat entry point to her comic analysis of her depression and mood disorders. The show convincingly functions as both a bold statement about these conditions and a call for acceptance for those who experience them. As such, this is a raw piece, and Hubert is impressive in her willingness to examine herself so unflinchingly. Her detached engagement with the world makes for good comic mileage, and she outlines convincingly why this means she could never do the kind of comedy associated with Michael McIntyre.

Declaring herself a feminist she examines how traditional gender roles have negatively impacted upon her. It's odd, then, that the targets for her comic spite are overwhelmingly women, as she lays into work colleagues, childhood schoolfriends, and her mother. The comic pleasure on offer here is that of a woman lambasting the idiotic, conservative femininity of others, which is a legitimate target. But in inviting the audience to feel disdain towards named individuals this becomes personalised rather then political.

That said, she does a good line in comic bile, and the honesty on display is vivid. The show is structured around Hubert's experiencing of a breakdown in a Waitrose, and she recounts this is a manner that is simultaneously funny, horrific, shocking and genuine. It's a fine balancing act from a performer with charm and skill.