Richard Todd: We Need the Eggs
- Marissa Burgess
- 5 August 2018
This article is from 2018.
An intense and oddball dissection of failure and ambition
The apparently random title of Richard Todd's show turns out to be a logical and apt premise for a Fringe show. Cribbed from a line in Woody Allen's Annie Hall, it essentially expresses the notion that you need to follow your crazy ideas in life regardless of whether they end in failure. This is exactly what Todd has decided to do himself. Having had a bad year, he had to convince himself to carry on with comedy despite feeling like a failure.
Of course, the irony here is that Todd is far from that. In reality his work so far has been acclaimed and this show is set to be too. Adopting his trademark nervy stride, his is an eccentrically created world that you can't pull away from even if you wanted to.
His intensity draws you into a delightfully oddball world: piquing your curiosity with his discovery of a stray crisp, his rejection by his peers as a teen goth and painting such an evocative picture of his father you can see him crouching with his sausages surrounded by cardboard boxes of snacks. We Need the Eggs is a tale of losing your mojo and finding it again, of obsession and a wholly justified hatred of prawn cocktail crisps.
Pleasance Courtyard, until 26 Aug (not 15), 10.45pm, £8–£9.50 (£7–£8.50).