Two Little Dickheads
- Murray Robertson
- 23 August 2018
Chaotic nonsense which only the sturdy will stomach
Something very strange happens during Two Little Dickheads. Actually, a lot of strange things happen: there's an interminable one-man conga, the performers accost individual audience members using tunnel pipes to shout personalised inanities, and a glitterball asteroid threatens to destroy everything around us. But strangest of all is that it's hard not to warm to all this chaos.
The performers are absurdly committed to proceedings, running, jumping and talking absolute nonsense with agonising persistence. The humour is facile, freewheeling and prone to going nowhere slowly. They don't even open with a proper sketch, and it's not clear from the start if they've actually prepared any material. Furthermore, some of the pair's visual material is presented so low on the stage that it's invisible for much of the audience, and a lot of what they say is unintelligible from just halfway back.
But it's really not important to catch everything in this cavalier show: it's best just to let it wash over you. By the time the Two Little Dickheads bring matters to a rridiculous close, it seems like everyone who hasn't yet walked out has sort of come around to their way of thinking. But it takes a lot of hard work (from all involved) to get there.
Just the Tonic at The Mash House, until 26 Aug, 10.20pm, £5 in advance or donations at the venue.