Kraken, Underbelly, review: Crude and lewd
Edinburgh Festival 2014: Vomiting, defecation, self-cannibalism and crotch-kissing are all on the bill during mime artist's show
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Your support makes all the difference.In a city that never shuts up, for a month at least, silence can be golden. That’s to say, mime has had a resurgence at recent Fringes, with the likes of Doctor Brown and Boy with the Tape on his Face packing in the crowds.
That upturn continues this year with the squid-named alter ego of Aussie performer Trygve Wakenshaw.
You might describe Wakenshaw as Doctor Brown’s cuter cousin. Like the 2012 Comedy Award winner, he’s crude and lewd, moving from a cheeky opening act of exhibitionism through routines involving vomiting, defecation, self-cannibalism and crotch-kissing.
But he’s also possessed of a goofy charm, reminiscent of the young Jim Carrey, that defuses any discomfort. Technically, he’s not a bona-fide mime artist either: frequently and teasingly, his character breaks his vow of creative silence, emitting camp sound effects or over-mouthing words to the point of vocalising them.
Physically, at least, he’s the real deal, though, rubber-faced, loose-limbed and wondrously expressive, not least during the highlight that is his one-man two-hander between a squawking chick and its parent at feeding time. There’s not much more to the show than meets the eye, but such is the spectacle, it would be churlish to complain.
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