In Cahoots: Two White Guys
A series of sketches with intelligence and innovation without being too arch
This article is from 2015.
It’s rare these days to see a sketch show that’s just a bunch of broken bits of comedy thrown together simply for the hell of making people laugh. There has to be a theme or, more likely, a fourth-wall trashing post-postmodern twist at some point; often it feels horribly contrived and can fall bloodily on the cutlass of awkward delivery. It’s heartening to report that In Cahoots (Paul G Raymond and Luke Manning) have managed to dream up a show (Two White Guys: 50% accuracy there) with mounds of innovation and originality, tailed by a finale which is extremely clever without sticking its high intelligence too firmly in our faces.
There are no obvious mock-power relations being played out between their main stage personae (which does make a change) as they simply crack on with the business of putting together fine routines. These feature a cabbie and his lager-fuelled fare getting on famously, a hostage’s televised plea for freedom which slowly reveals his captors’ hidden motivation, and Coldplay’s Chris Martin sometime in the future.
It’s all pulled up to a higher level by a delightful spot of self-reflexivity planted neatly around the natural lull point of an hour show, and the labyrinthine humdinger of a call-back which brings the curtain down and raises the roof.
Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550, until 31 Aug, 7.15pm, £9.50–£10.50 (£8.50–£9.50).