- Lucy Ribchester
- 14 August 2015
This article is from 2015.
Channelling the inner idiot, Clout plays with our relationship to food
Well, clearly someone’s mother never told them not to play with their food. By the end of Clout Theatre’s hour-long riot of macabre buffoonery, involving breakfast, lunch and dinner, you are genuinely pitying the person who has to clean it all up afterwards.
But that is to jump ahead, and this three-course piece from the Lecoq-trained absurdist troupe really, despite its filth, is worth savouring.
The banquet gets off to a slow start. Three figures dressed in nappies, hands bandaged like penitent dunces, grub about in mud. They don’t seem to know who they or each other are: all they know is that the three pieces of cutlery – one each – are to be worshipped.
Through characters who are part-toddler, part-renaissance fools – beautifully lit by Erik Perera – FEAST examines what happens when idiots such as humans are confronted with food in abundance. When it ceases to be a means to survive, hunger gives way to abuse, comprising shame, humiliation, indulgence, complacency, pretentions and fetishisation. It might all look bizarre but it’s probably no more silly than a jolly through the latest diet fad website or an episode of Man v Food.
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