Harriet Dyer: The Dinosaur Show
- Deborah Chu
- 11 August 2019
Chaos reigns throughout this DIY hour of absurd nonsense
Harriet Dyer takes to the stage enrobed in a saggy green sack that, she assures us, will transform her into a dinosaur in due course. But first, we the audience must hatch her. Without giving too much of the hour away, it's safe to say that there's literally nothing about The Dinosaur Show that makes any sense whatsoever. Despite setting out to unmask the nefarious government conspiracy behind dinosaurs becoming extinct, the show is more of a complete free-fall through Dyer's absurdly anarchic stream of consciousness, complete with vigorous song-and-dance numbers and video art that is DIY to the extreme.
Dyer is sometimes her worst enemy on stage, as her frenetic mind threatens to spin off into several different tangents simultaneously at the merest distraction. It's difficult to tell how much of this is genuine or scripted, but the overall effect contributes beautifully to the show's sense of barely-controlled chaos. Indeed it's this disarming sense of spontaneity, combined with Dyer's naturally wild energy, that drives the show onwards, alongside her flurry of costume changes and expository hand puppetry. As the comic herself admits, you may not understand what just happened in this room, but at the very least something definitely happened.
Gilded Balloon Patter Hoose, until 26 Aug, 8.15pm, £10–£11 (£9–£10).