Is this the most boring show on the fringe? It includes quite a lot of ironing, so some may think so. But I found it worming its way into my heart quite against my better judgment, and despite my abhorrence of ironing.
When you walk into the theatre, South African dancer Gerard Bester is hanging around, suspended in midair, mid-sentence, midlife crisis, somewhere between his entrance and his exit, life and death.
This is the story of a loser, a man so infected with the sense of his own ridiculousness that he is almost paralysed. Even putting on his clothes is a performance. There is talk of Everyman, but surely Everyman wasn't prone to such anxiety and self-probing? There is talk of Othello and David Mamet's Edmond, but that is hardly helpful since one murdered his wife and ended up dead and the other left his wife and ended up buggered. Bester doesn't seem to have a wife, although he does have a nice collection of kitchen appliances.
Some will find this deadly boring; personally, I feel a small cult taking off.
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