Guy Masterson: Love and Canine Integration
This Fringe stalwart falls short with his literal shaggy dog story
Fringe legend Guy Masterson tells us that, in January this year, he still lacked a good idea for an August show. After over two decades of staging productions in Edinburgh – some award-winning, some a bit naff, many utilising his skills as the performer in one-man productions – he'd hit a bit of a dead end. While on holiday. In Bournemouth.
'Why not do that bit you do about how you hated my dog?' his wife tells him. They've been married for 17 years, but any exciting investigation into their spousal acrimony is swept under the carpet like a small, flat, canine turd as our hero launches into a lengthy saga about wanting to murder this pet. He performs as the dog (a furry Nazi). And as his wife (a beautiful German taskmaster). And himself (basically Victor Meldrew). But the story drags horribly, like a father of the bride speech where you keep expecting the punchline to be just around the corner and yet it never arrives.
Masterson is at his best when he's referencing Shakespeare, drawing on that acting pedigree (ahem). But, as far as comedy goes, his unfulfilled Frau is right: he seems to have lost his mojo.
Assembly Roxy, until 28 Aug, 5.40pm, £10.