It’s a willfully, perversely illogical, chaotic and disconnected series of scenes surrounding a young man whose name we never learn but whose chief interest seems to be in persuading everyone that it’s not his birthday. A dysfunctional and hilarious dinner party in which everyone is invited to eat desert for dessert is perhaps the centrepiece.
One of this show’s great strengths is its choreographed routines, from a slightly manic seated number with magazine mouths performed to some obscure yé-yé artist, to another based ironically on the Swingle Singers. Where this show scores heavily is in the fact that through all the absurdity and absurdism it treads the high-wire of credibility with the surest of feet. Astonishingly, inexplicably, it all works - until the very last routine, which is interminable and tiresome and should be almost entirely cut.
But it’s a small price to pay and I can thoroughly recommend this show. It’s original and entertaining and entirely barking; and also uncompromising in the best possible way. The product of a rather marvellous collective lunacy.
- Craig Singer