Today is all about theatre, circus and some puppetry at the Underbelly. It's also about the gold postbox I found and - after a quick Google search - apparently it's a wee homage to Sir Chris Hoy and all those gold medals he's won.
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| AHoy Hoy, Sir Chris' postbox on Hanover St |
The Night of the Big Wind @ Underbelly is an unusual departure from the frenetic bustle of the Fringe. The most striking thing about the show is the ornate puppetry. A young boy is controlled by actors as he wanders morosely about his surroundings, hopping off tables and emulating fishing locals as they laze about. Faceless and beautifully-carved, the wooden child conveys a surprising intensity of emotion and loneliness. While our actors play characters themselves, they alternate effortlessly with their miniature props. Isolation is captured perfectly through a tiny puppet, no taller than fifteen centimetres, who is surprisingly life-like as he meanders across the land. When the inevitable storm hits, the easy pace is obliterated. Panic and devastation reigns and turns the set upside down. The Night of the Big Wind doesn’t concern itself too much with a story, rather it explores the sense of living in this place and this time. At any given moment, there’s inexperience, hope, devastation, ambition and humour to the performance which asks only to be experienced, rather than thought about.
A wee jaunt up to Bristo Square and I met the spiffingly-lovely
Morgan and West, top hats and all, leafleting for their magic stuff. These very pleasant guys have a cracking show this year with
Clockwork Miracles.
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| What you see if you look up at Underbelly. |
Scribbling now at Underbelly, Ratatat blaring in the pub which is nice. Laptop teetering on a table that looks like it wants to die. Not so nice. Going by the wobbling of my ‘desk’ caused by passers-by, the floorboards are on their way out too. Just saw
Tumble Circus @ the Udderbelly. My first ever circus show. Well, since I was a small child. An outing captured in a photo of a chubby younger-self perched atop an elephant. Tumble Circus tells the story of Tina and Ken, an acrobatic couple stuck with one another for seventeen years, both personally and professionally. The story here is of boredom, incompatibility and comedy. They tumble (as per advertised), twist, balance, jump and more often that you’d expect, slap one another. The moves are nice but the music and lights don’t always fit and there are lacklustre flourishes that leave me unsatisfied. The premise works; at odds personally but very much together professionally. Their final act on a circus swing high in the rafters is engaging, fun, humorous and interesting but I can’t help notice a lack of energy and excitement in the performance as a whole.
One Hour Only @Underbelly has to be my treat of the day and it’s a stand-out for the week so far. Marly is studying forensic biology and to pay her way she’s started a new job at an ‘upmarket’ brothel. Her first client is AJ who is 21 today and about to enjoy a birthday treat from his mates. The two bond in unlikely ways as they talk frankly about love, life, youthful aspirations and sexual attitudes in contemporary Britain. There’s a journey here and it’s gripping, funny, refreshing, honest and moving. Brilliant theatre.
The Lonely One @ Underbelly is a one act play inspired by an excerpt from Bradbury's Dandelion Wine. This locally-dubbed 'Lonely One' is an ominous presence terrorising a sleepy American town. This is atmospheric and creepy theatre with puppetry, light boxes, torches and a distinctive art deco style. The minutiae detail is lovely to watch and the visual richness is bang on. Everything about this play is ominous and richly presented in an H.P. Lovecraft style. It's fun to watch but the story lacks much plot or narrative. Again, this is another show for the eyes.
