If you want to seize this word dork’s attention, then lassoing me with the line, “Tie me up and make me your subordinate clause,” is a sure-fire way to do it. Comedian Louisa Fitzhardinge trills with deceptively wholesome pep in her only occasionally saucy show Comma Sutra. But that aforementioned mischevious line is a good indicator of the chaotic good energy you can expect from the snappy, 60-minute show. The only moment it sails way past outré is the rather eye-opening, “If you can use a colon you can put your cock in mine.”
As the name suggests, the show is a gleefully cheeky parting of Oxford comma supporters from its detractors (half and half in the audience on the night we attended, but Fitzhardinge’s a fan, for the record). As accompanied by a sharp-suited Greg Lavell on the piano, she was born to make this superlative show. Joking about the uselessness of her combined arts degrees – German language and musical theatre – she clearly gets her kicks mining translation hiccups, guffaw-inducing bad dad jokes, geeky recollections of a lonely childhood and an obsessive focus on grammatical pedantry. Her ideal man would be translucent from lack of outdoor activity, she overshares.
It’s a hoot, with gloriously witty sing-song lines and more than a few hilarious visual cues, including a handy lesson on the surprisingly similar Auslan signs for boat and vagina, the confusion of which would surely startle a deer. Wearing a snazzy red dress and tights adorned with ampersands,