Foil, Arms and Hog
- Niki Boyle
- 9 August 2014
This article is from 2014
Likeable enough trio suffer from acute lack of originality
You’ll find nothing especially wrong with affable Irish sketch trio Foil, Arms and Hog. You’ll go along and be vicariously charmed by how much fun they seem to be having on stage; you’ll be swept up in the merriment of the battle of the mimes, or the teetotal intervention, or the Beer Hunter sequence. And, as you receive a free badge on your way out, you’ll think, ‘Aw, aren’t they nice lads? Didn’t they – and, I suppose, we, by association just have a smashing time?’
On deeper analysis though, the problem with F A & H’s 2014 show is that its best moments are not its own. The aforementioned battle of the mimes? Its climax is a slo-mo mime-off lifted straight from Spaced. The teetotal intervention? Made funniest by a Mrs Doyle-alike disapproving mother. And surely anyone with passing knowledge of frat parties (even just via the internet) has already heard of The Beer Hunter, whose title is revealed with a flourish that’s a tad self-satisfied for its lack of originality.
No, you’ll find nothing especially wrong with Foil, Arms and Hog. But this is the Fringe, people – there’s a whole lot more rightness elsewhere.
Underbelly Cowgate, 0844 545 8252, until 24 Aug, 10pm, £10-£11 (£9-£10).