Theatre

Not the Adventures of Moleman

Alan Hindle | Wednesday 24 August, 2011 13:52

What does the cow say? Well, as any one knows who grew up on the Canadian prairies with nothing to do but either push over sleeping cows or make love to them, it’s not so much what they say as the startled/sexy look in their eyes that communicates in volumes. Not the Adventures of Moleman leaps and jumps frenetically between sketches, which don’t so much recur as organically grow into each other. Cheerful desperation rarely works, yet Moleman pull it off spectacularly. Arron Ferguson, his head so square he makes Daniel Radcliffe’s look like a rectangle, and Richard Murray, who is naked throughout all but the majority of the show, have created something more like comedy jazz. Even when their sketches don’t work, which is only occasionally, there is still a pretty damn rich seam of possibility in their premises. I have a feeling I might have been seeing something which goes on to greatness. They are both still quite young, somewhere between 20 and 11. I can say with confidence Murray has not yet grown pubic hair. Or perhaps he is just that much of a professional already and is employing the services of a nether-coif stylist. In any case, I can definitely say that if this show plays elsewhere I would happily pay to see it. My only complaint is that the third and fourth performers, known vaguely as Page and Wally, got absolutely so mention or credit in the programme, on their website, or in my subsequent dreams of cows.

Camden Fringe Festival page

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