Reginald D. Hunter: No Country for Grown Men

Reginald D Hunter’s first two shows, A Mystery Wrapped in a Nigga and Pride, Prejudice and Niggas, were obvious challenges to decency, and if he’d had his way this year’s show would have had a title even more off-putting to the easily offended. As it is, No Country for Grown Men is a much less explosive billing for a far more challenging show.

Sticking to a concept that for once doesn’t include the word "nigga", Hunter’s beef this time around is with the infantile nature of the modern man. On this theme he ranges across topics such as Scottish nationalism, hurricane Katrina and parenthood, all with seamless ease.

His ire is unleashed with what is becoming his trademark foul incredulity, covering a lot of ground, but always returning to his central point that men are now becoming more and more useless.

And he does it so very, very well. Eschewing any of the props, gimmicks and gadgets that are becoming so popular he just strolls around the massive Pleasance Grand stage using his soothing baritone to send the audience into hysterics.

Somehow managing to combine the most obscene ideas with some spot-on social commentary, he even proves that it is not too soon to make jokes about locking up your daughter in a dungeon and raping her for twenty years. A perfect example of how to shatter a taboo.

This show more than justifies Hunter’s snowballing profile and will hopefully cement his reputation as one of the best. For those looking for some irresistibly dark humour, this is definitely the country for you.