Scott Capurro Islamohomophobia: Reloaded

Age hasn’t softened Scott Capurro; nor, it has to be said, has marriage. That said, you do get the sense that a part of him still can’t quite believe that, as an openly gay man, that bastion of civilisation is now a legal option for him—not just in the UK (well, technically England; Scotland’s legislation will not really kick in till early next year, fact fans) but in parts of the US too.

When Capurro is on form—as he was tonight—he’s an undoubted masterclass in audience interaction

As a relatively newly-wed, it’s hardly surprising that Capurro talks quite a lot about his husband—a big dark Brazilian, apparently. But before you worry it’s not in a cute, cuddly sort of way. Capurro is still the kind of comedian who wants us to feel bad about what we’re laughing at; and he’ll keep riffing on a particular routine until he gets the laughs he wants. And deserves.

Islamohomophobia: Reloaded is a second attempt at a show cut short last year by a pretty serious illness. In the course of a frenetic hour Capurro covers pretty much all the bases you might expect of him: racism, bigotry, homophobia, abortions, war in the Middle East, religious tracts, paedophilia in the Catholic Church, the death of his mother, and so on–all told with such speed, bravado and absolute commitment that you’ve barely gasped at one outrageous comment before the next is either being flung in your general direction, or cast away as a glorious aside. Everyone and everything is a legitimate target, including himself, not least because he genuinely finds everything funny–even if you suspect it’s in an “if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry” sort of way.

Although his tales of a disastrous gig in Cardiff might suggest otherwise, when Capurro is on form—as he was tonight—he’s an undoubted masterclass in audience interaction, gloriously pushing all the right buttons to ensure that any particular rudeness is forgiven—whether you’re the cute young buck in the back row or a 60 year old sitting in the front.

Despite all the razor-sharp quips, there’s one moment in this show which–by Capurro’s standards at least—verges on the maudlin, when he suggests that marriage to his big black Brazilian genuinely saved him. But the moment doesn’t last; Capurro is simply setting up a soccer-punch of an observation that leaves the audience roaring with laughter. And loving him for it.

Reviews by Paul F Cockburn

Multiple Venues


Dundee Rep Theatre / Macrobert Arts Centre

The Yellow on the Broom

Underbelly, Bristo Square

Tom Neenan: It's Always Infinity

Assembly George Square Studios

Police Cops in Space

Gilded Balloon Rose Theatre

Rik Carranza: Still a Fan

Gilded Balloon Rose Theatre





The Blurb

Painkillers. Check. Koran bashing. Check. Barebacking. Check mate. In Islamohomophobia: Reloaded, award-winning comic Scott Capurro, now a married and poignant gasper, inches closer toward auto-erotic asphyxiation with his blah blah against bigotry, fag bashing and Bangalore. 'The most fearless and technically perfect stand up on the circuit' ***** (Guardian). 'Vaingloriously poisonous' ***** (Scotsman). 'Sheer audacity' ***** ( ‘The best way to spend an hour’ ***** (ScotsGay). ‘White trash’ (Asian Age). 'He's evil and should be forced to leave the country' * (Daily Mirror). ‘Comic equation: Larry Grayson x (Lenny Bruce + Chris Rock)’ (Guardian).