Lily Bevan: Pheasant Plucker
- Marissa Burgess
- 10 August 2015
This article is from 2015
A daft and deliriously funny debut featuring birds and downward dogs
Lily Bevan's show is framed by the amusingly tenuous conceit of a falconer, aptly named Harriet, whose loss of a bird (Jester) inspires her to find herself instead. Harriet's personal voyage enables Bevan to reel out a range of perfectly executed and totally bats characters. Some are more infused with funny than others but it doesn't really matter, she's crammed in so many that if one is just a touch under par the next gem will be along in a few minutes.
They're all so well observed; particularly the yoga instructor, making you convinced that Bevan must have spent plenty of time in downward dog (like a cat) studying the daft analogies most teachers come up with to describe the postures.
But she truly shines at her most daft: her pheasant plucker ancestor splitting the heads of oxen in the kitchen of Henry VIII, the therapy sessions told with the aid of Sylvanian Families who aren't quite what they seem and Harriet's drunken voice-over on the Tannoy of the train back to Norwich from London are belly laugh-inducing funny. Elsewhere, laughs are gained by simply dropping an unexpected swear word into an innocent-looking character's monologue. A strong debut from an undoubted talent.
Underbelly Med Quad, 0844 545 8252, until 31 Aug (not 17), 3pm, £10–£11 (£9–£10).