You know that game where you choose your ultimate dinner party guests?
Well Tim Crouch has just made my list.
You don’t have to know anything about Shakespeare.
You don’t even have to be an adult to enjoy Crouch’s one hour, one man show focusing on Malvolio a minor character from “Twelfth Night”.
You just have to be human.
Crouch greets us as he stands on the stage wearing a variety of grimaces, stained long-johns and a cobbled together hat. Throughout the next hour we are brought to tears of laughter, mocked, questioned, moved and all the while entertained to a degree I have not felt in the theatre for a long while.
At once a mixture of the story telling of Shakespeare, the cantankerousness of Victor Meldrew, the brilliant absurdity of Monty Python, the ad-libbing of the best stand-up comedians and the simple depths of the Philosopher Socrates.
Crouch breaks down the usual actor/audience balance and draws us right into the sad life of Shakespearean Malvolio while acknowledging that we are living in 2013. His observations hold a mirror to the role of modern theatre and the maturing audience.
He asks us
“Is this the sort of thing you like?”
Yes, Mr. Crouch it is.
Not to be missed.