Un Poyo Rojo (4 stars)

This article is from 2017

Un Poyo Rojo

Dance meets comedy in this hugely enjoyable duet from Argentina

This Argentinian male two-hander is wordless locker room dance comedy of a very high order. In truth I wasn't entirely sure about it at first, which might also be said of a majority of the audience with whom I saw it. Within the hour, however, the performers Alfonso Barón and Luciano Rosso were recipients of one of the warmest, cheeriest curtain calls I've been part of during this Fringe. Funny and sexy, it seems, is an unbeatable combination.

The two start out by standing stock still side by side, so we can get a good look at them. What ensues, after a quick spate of somewhat familiar but deftly done gestural actions, is a full-on physical depiction of masculine competitiveness and both covert and overt attraction.

It's bouncy as hell, as Barón and Rosso mash-up with fluid kinetic precision a range of dance moves and goofy, gym-like athletics. There's a breather of sorts with the pair upstage before a small bank of lockers, and where the sedentary Rosso festoons himself with cigarettes as Barón fiddles with a boombox radio (tuned in live and thus different every performance).

The pace subsequently picks up again, waxing wackier and more comically extreme by the minute, especially when one man becomes a human radio broadcast played inside the other's mouth. In terms of erotic novelty, that's a new one on me. Rosso is like a naughty, wild-eyed cartoon devil, Barón more of a deceptive straight man. Both are enormously adept winners.

Dance Base, until 27 Aug (not 21, 22), 7.15pm, £12 (£10).

Un Poyo Rojo

  • 4 stars

Poyo Rojo in association with Aurora Nova In an empty locker room, two men play with movement, an analogue radio and tiny shorts. The athletic bodies of Luciano Rosso and Alfonso Barón move fluently from wrestling to dance, acrobatics to physical comedy in an irresistible distortion of the expectations of manhood. A…