By Jack
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIL841QsEME
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Now this is my sort of theatre.
Not that I mind the other sort of theatre. I mean it keeps
Imogen out of my way and I’m all in favour of anything that does that. As long
as I don’t actually have to go and watch the stuff. But it’s all a bit fake,
isn’t it? You couldn’t ever imagine having a real conversation like that. Not
without giving them a really weird look and then slowly edging away.
But this play is real. It’s about these two security guards called Mark (Paul Cree) and Sparxx (Conrad Murray) on a night shift and they end up talking to each other because it’s either that or talk to yourself and not many people can get a good conversation out of themselves. But the thing about the conversations you have at night is that you do end up talking… I think Louise would want me to use a word like ‘faeces’ here but we all know what I really mean, begins with S and has 4 letters, very satisfying to say when something’s annoyed you or if there’s a teacher round the corner and you feel like testing out their powers of minding their own business.
So these guys, they’re having these crazy, caffeine fuelled
conversations, we’ve all had them, too much coke at a sleepover, you know the
sort of thing. Obviously there’s a slight difference between two guys staying
up all night, several nights a week because they need the money and a group of
lads staying up all night because if you don’t there’ll be a picture on social
media tomorrow of you drooling. But both get the feeling when you’re tired, you
shouldn’t really be awake and it starts to muck up your conversational skills.
So someone will say something and someone gets offended and you’re just so
tired the more you try to explain it, the more offensive you get. A bit awkward
when you’re with your mates but actually quite funny when it’s all onstage.
Then a bit later on when you’re running out of things to say
you kind of lose your filter which tells you which things you shouldn’t be seen
dead admitting in front of your mates. That happens in the play too. I won’t
say what they end up admitting it but if someone did that in front of me they’d
be seriously hoping I forget all about it.
It’s a funny show but underneath is all the things they’re
not saying so you’ve got that going on too.
It’s just real people, real situations, it’s like being on
the night shift with them and just hearing them chat.
But this isn’t just a play. Technically I suppose you could even
call it a musical. Every so often the lads break into full on rap, bit of beatboxing,
bit of hip hop and they’re better than some of those idiots who have earned
millions of pounds miming to their own rubbish. The diction isn’t always great
but we can let that go, this show was filmed for personal use not public
consumption so there’s going to be little problems. Anyway it’s good enough.
Easily. But they haven’t just got a good sense of rhythm, one of them can sing
actual notes. Luckily they don’t sing too many of them so it doesn’t get too
annoying but anyone who thinks beatboxers can’t sing or thinks they can only
sing if they happen to be cute too (I wonder who thinks that? Any idea Imogen?
And you just say one word to me about this and I’ll know you’ve read my review.
It’s your choice). Anyway, just have a listen, I liked it.
The acting is good too – great comic timing and they don’t
rush. If they’re sitting and being quiet, they sit and be quiet. They know how
to take their time, hold the audience’s attention, it’s not always about
getting to the next line. They even chat to the audience after the show. So it
was all right. You know. For a play.
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