Terry Clement: Din Time 8
Innocent, happy go lucky persona that doesn't quite hit the mark
This article is from 2013.
Hallucinatory comic Terry Clement brings his first full-length show to the Fringe all the way from Canada, unclassifiable humour chaotically in tow. From his opening gambit – a parody spoken word piece in which he describes idly watching a turtle on a beach (which then turns into Clint Eastwood) – to his shambolic, foul-mouthed songs, Clement cuts a confusing figure.
He swings from surreal flights of fancy (at one point he makes two plastic wrestler figurines simulate sex on a stool for a good five minutes, to no discernible payoff) to breaking into spontaneous poetry in a disjointed fashion – whether this is deliberate or not is difficult to tell due to the enormously differing quality of each sketch.
What works are his eloquently woven stand-alone descriptions of scenes seemingly cut from the most disturbing screen play ever written. This lends a nice layer of darkness to his apparently innocent, happy go lucky stage persona. Besides these fleeting moments of interest, there are a lot of references to how many drugs Clement does and a few too many songs which don’t quite hit the mark.
Underbelly, Cowgate, 0844 545 8252, until 25 Aug, 8.05pm, £10–£11 (£8–£10).