How Do I Get Up There?
- Claire Sawers
- 5 August 2013
This article is from 2013.
Trio of goons are irresistible lords of the douche
A certain Mr C Shore sells sale signs down by the sea shore, in one sketch from this trio. Elsewhere, a police officer can only communicate with the accused through the medium of Les Mis-style histrionics. Both premises should give a rough idea where the How Do I Get Up There? crew’s brand of comedy registers on the ‘pure nonsense’ barometer.
Besides intricate wordplay and bellowed singing, there’s also prop-based gooning around (a bag of rice as love interest, a pink balloon for a face etc) and physical theatre (human wheelbarrows, a large-boned man being lifted and so on). In the hands of lesser talents, these absurd snippets would be achingly hard to watch, but boosted by a strand of affectionate cruelty, Chris Forbes, James Kirk and Kevin Mains prove to be irresistible lords of the douche.
Kirk’s baffled deadpan is exemplary; Mains’ offstage sports commentary is satisfyingly over-enthusiastic, and Forbes’ audible interior monologue a dark highlight in an otherwise pretty safe-for-aunties show. Even live slip-ups are well recovered, evidence that they can go off-script and still be trusted to find laughs there.
Assembly Rooms, 0844 693 3008, until 25 Aug (not 12), 4pm, £10 (£9).