In a world where we have Nikki Glaser and Iliza Schlesinger, Rachel Bradley doesn't cut the mustard.
Maybe I'm spoiled because the others set the bar too high, but Bradley's routine seemed like she was reading off a script and falls flat. Repeating tired feminist tropes and pausing, after each punchline, for laughs seems forced and awkward.
I mean I really tried to like it, but even the laughs she was getting seemed like they were courtesy laughs. She goes back and forth between making fun of her parents and grandparents to paying homage to them for teaching her life lessons.
I was fair and made sure to watch the whole thing to see if I laughed at anything but...nothing.
Swing and a miss!
Maybe I'm spoiled because the others set the bar too high, but Bradley's routine seemed like she was reading off a script and falls flat. Repeating tired feminist tropes and pausing, after each punchline, for laughs seems forced and awkward.
I mean I really tried to like it, but even the laughs she was getting seemed like they were courtesy laughs. She goes back and forth between making fun of her parents and grandparents to paying homage to them for teaching her life lessons.
I was fair and made sure to watch the whole thing to see if I laughed at anything but...nothing.
Swing and a miss!