Pappy's: Last Show Ever!
An hour of undiluted joy
This article is from 2012.
First rule of comedy reviewing: never sit in the front row with a big notepad on your knee, scribbling away without a care in the world. Sometimes it’s not easy to get a spot where you can remain in the shadows and utterly anonymous but in a venue as big as the Queen Dome, it can’t be that difficult to ‘hide’ from the performers.
Still, as the poor naïve sap discovered, if you’re going to be make that (hopefully) one-off fatal error in anyone’s show, it might as well be at Pappy’s. Despite having plenty fun with the critic’s faux pas, there’s not a mean bone in any of their frames as Matthew Crosby, Tom Parry and Ben Clark bounce around their stage with joie de vivre spraying all over the crowd: can you imagine Jerry Sadowitz leading his flock into an impromptu Mexican wave?
The Pappy’s brand of infectious enthusiasm has never been in question; the problem has been with a flimsy script or tendency to be daft for daftness sake. For their Last Show Ever! (fear not, it won’t be), they have arrived armed to the teeth with a flawless script in which every bit of anarchic silliness (a wonderful song about gloves or the recurring quiz show where losing means winning) actually drives the plot rather than just taking it for a wander up a comedic cul de sac.
At the beginning we are told by an ageing trio that tonight was the last show they ever performed together and, told in flashback, they reveal the reason for their demise. Cue an hour of astutely choreographed dicking about with brilliant sketches featuring the commonality of cats, firefighters and trees and how to live your life with a ‘sympathy song’ soundtracking your sadder moments. After a succession of decent shows, Pappy’s have finally poured undiluted joy back into their fun club.
Pleasance Dome, 556 6550, until 27 Aug, 8.20pm, £12.50–£14 (£11–£12.50).