There's a show on the Joe's Pub stage that you need to see. It's Bridget Everett's Rock Bottom, which is running now through October 16. And you need to see it. Because it's fantastic.
[WARNING: language gets a little NSFW]
'"Rock Bottom" lets her run as loose and sing as loud as ever, celebrating the louche life and flaunting her flair for exhibitionism — sexual, emotional and physical — across 90 minutes of hair-raising, jaw-dropping and, yes, sometimes cringe-making performance. This unbridled performer makes the breast-baring, mouthy Bette Midler of the 1970s seem like Julie Andrews trilling and twirling on that mountaintop in "The Sound of Music."'
Marilyn Stasio, Variety
"...the unprintable lyrics are wickedly witty and sung with great gusto by Everett, who has beaucoup stage presence and a strong voice -- not quite powerhouse, but close to it -- that can also be surprisingly sweet."
Alexis Soloski, The Guardian
(this review is super spoilery, so click at your own risk)
crowd work is of the take-no-prisoners variety. As she moves through the Joe’s
Pub space, she’s liable to pick your nose, drink your wine, slap you with a
dildo, thrust your face between her titanic tits, or commiserate with you about
rectal bleeding. If you’re very lucky, she’ll order you to lick whipped cream from
her upper thigh."
Linda Winer, Newsday
more than a dare-you comedian, however, is her voice. She is the real deal -- a
pop, jazz and rock singer who can suggest the gut vulnerability of Janis Joplin,
the sultry pain of Peggy Lee, the joy of a '60s girl group and a purity that,
for all its incongruity, is very much her own."
Joe Dziemianowicz, NY Daily News
"Wardrobe malfunctions and nip slips are no shockers in a show by Bridget Everett, who performs without fear, boundaries or brassiere."
Jesse Green, New York Magazine
"It amounts to the same thing, though: a complicated and often brilliant love offering to the emotionally dispossessed. [...] Her main interests are sex and Chardonnay, and you sense that it’s the latter that has helped her embrace the former. “Embrace” is too mild a word for her sex-positivity, though: She’s a one-woman liberation movement for anyone with genitals."
David Cote, Time Out New York
"How is it possible that for years I’ve missed
shock comedy and rafter-splitting rock belt? Fear, if we’re being truthful. I’d
seen the pictures, heard the titles and assumed she was too much woman to
handle. Still, her latest cabaret act—with songs cowritten by Broadway vets
Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman (Hairspray), as well as with Adam “Ad-Rock”
Horowitz and Matt Ray—is a nice way to ease, semi-lubed, into the Everett aesthetic."
So go see this show. It's Bridget Everett. She's amazing.