A meandering, gentle stroll through a mime’s soft musings
This article is from 2015.
As you might hear on one of those bombastic cinema trailers, Tatterdemalion comes from the people who brought you Boris & Sergey. That said, bombastic is perhaps the last word you’d use to describe this mild mime affair in which Henry Maynard unleashes (well, no, not exactly) the contents of Prof Walrus’ Forbidden Trunk of Arcane Mystery.
Loaded up on audience participation throughout (starting when he punches tickets at the door before charmingly shoving one of his reviewers into the venue), the show’s highlight is an underground train scene with a packed stage of willing crowd-members. There’s a real community-bonding feel to proceedings, though a poignant funeral scene is too much for some to stomach as they flee for the exit.
Tatterdemalion is more of a gentle back-rub rather than the full-on body assaults perpetrated by other acts in this broad field, such as Doctor Brown and Red Bastard (even cuddly bespectacled poet John Hegley has been meaner to his onstage audience down the years). While Tatterdemalion lacks the clenching peril of any encounter with those two clowns, its timid nature also means that a true spark is missing and very few magical memories from this hour will linger in the mind too long.
Assembly Roxy, 623 3030, until 31 Aug (not 19), 5.45pm, £10–£12.