Review: Reginald D. Hunter at Kings Theatre, Southsea

Reginald D. Hunter
Reginald D. Hunter
Hayley Garner, one half of street artist duo Nomad Clan, working on the mural at Play Dead studio in Highland Road, Southsea

Internationally renowned street artists Nomad Clan prepare for a career-spanning show in Southsea

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That whole n-word controversy was swiftly dealt with. If anyone was ever entitled to use it, it is Reginald, a black American from the deep south.

“That word is in my vernacular, and I use it for anyone whether they are black, white, male, female, Jew, Christian or Muslim,” said Reginald, clearly riled by the hoo-hah surrounding his gig for the Professional Footballer’s Association.

And while race is one theme of Reginald’s performance, it by no means takes centre stage.
He is far more preoccupied with the differences between men and women; his take on relationships and the struggle to love and be loved.

Reg is no laugh-a-minute stand-up. He is waspish, brilliantly intelligent and endlessly engaging. He makes you laugh uncontrollably, but he also makes you think about why you are laughing.

He takes comedy into dark, thoughtful places, and goes off in wild, unexpected tangents.

His charm sweeps you along so beguilingly that you can’t wait to hear his next idea.

He’s great on TV, but a live performance adds a whole new dimension to Reginald D. Hunter, who, as it turns out, is more a philospher than a comedian.

Proof that there is more to life than mere words.