Review: Sarah Silverman

The problem with visiting American comedians is the impression they give of casting pearls before swine, and never mind the tired notion that Americans have no sense of humour. Quite the opposite - they've got a superiority complex, and for good reason. An on-form Silverman effortlessly makes our best comics seem like end-of-the-pier entertainers.

Tonight, she was coasting, but even a sub-par Silverman performance contains enough explorations of the dark side of the human psyche to keep your mind reeling well into the night - in which case maybe it was money well spent. "I have had an abortion. Abortions. And obviously it's, like, one of the top 50 hardest decisions a woman can make," she deadpanned at the start of the show. Later, she explained that she does not give money to starving African children because they will only spend it on drugs, so she sends DVDs instead. She enquired about the Jewish quotient of the audience, and imagined it might be a terrorist plot to get all the Jews in England under one roof.

She also wondered at the Nazis' lack of business acumen, with their genocide of a people who would have inevitably become the best customers for their Volkswagen and Mercedes cars.

And with her acoustic guitar she satirised the sincere troubadour genre, most notably during the ditty in which she dreamed of a world where "retarded" people might be "re-smarted".

The ditzy JAP persona which she uses to spear bigotry unravelled, however, when she returned for an "encore" and, having run out of material, tried awkwardly to engage with the audience "as herself", with an impromptu question-and-answer session. After a couple of bland enquiries, one woman shouted out: "Sarah, you're overhyped, I want my money back," to which Silverman turned her back, bent over, mimed breaking wind, then headed off stage, this time for good, a desultory end to a disappointing performance.