Norris and Parker: All Our Friends are Dead
An entertaining duo who shock the senses a lot less than you might have expected
This article is from 2015.
Perhaps full sensitisation on audiences has taken hold, as any show with a title such as All Our Friends Are Dead would ordinarily suggest something a bit dark, maybe slightly creepy. Yet, this hour from Katie Norris and Sinead Parker (whose work has also been inspired by the bleaker output of Chris Morris and Julia Davis) is a largely playful, eminently silly set rather than a production of anything that nudges against notions of taste.
Wondering why they’re not doing ‘serious theatre’ on the Fringe, and declaring that ‘sketch comedy is shit’, Norris and Parker attempt to blow their own theory out of the water, succeeding in the main. Particularly enjoyable was the shades-wearing northern poet Jackie Cooper Clarke (now who can that be based on, we wonder?) trying not to offend her host during a schools tour and the juxtaposition between Norris’ musical-theatre quality vocals and Parker’s comedic hell-growl ‘singing’.
One or two sections let the flow down such as the Farmer Needs a Wife reality show section but they keep the pace ticking over, flinging clothes and wigs over themselves from the abundant rack at the side of the stage at a terrific rate. But, whether for good or ill, shock comedy this is not. Arguably the most eye-opening element of the show is Norris being jokingly outed as a ‘fuck feminism’ Tory.
Just the Tonic at The Caves, 0330 220 1212, until 30 Aug, 8.35pm, £8–£10 (or Pay What You Want).