The Funeral of Conor O'Toole
Compassionate comedy skirting with tedium
This article is from 2012.
Fey, morbid and awkward Conor O’Toole is an unlikely comedian. A noted Goth, O’Toole wants to plan his own funeral and he is after an audience. He leads a curious bunch of punters from Bristo Square to Greyfriars Kirkyard, gets them to settle near some headstones and then drivels on about his deathly plans for the big day. All of which sounds about as much fun as a silent wake, yet there’s definitely something different here.
O’Toole’s delivery and timing are way off centre, his ramblings frustratingly discordant and his songs (played on a stick with a spring on it) are cast in the shadows of the Moldy Peaches and Herman Dune’s quirkier moments.
None of it should work and the show is frankly boring for a significant part of its duration. But by the time O’Toole hands out his rather special little book of stories and cartoons before playing an encore, it’s difficult not to be moved. Conceptual and compassionate.
Underbelly, Bristo Square, 0844 545 8252, until 26 Aug, 7.30pm, £8--£9 (£7--£8).