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Review: Oedipuss in Boots, Wardrobe Theatre
Oedipuss in Boots is another successful synthesis of stories from the Wardrobe Theatre (Reservoir Mogs, Goldilock, Stock & Three Smoking Bears, Kirk vs Ming, Muppets Die Hard). In a marriage of fairy-tale and misfortune, the playful cheer of talking animals adds a bizarre and genuinely funny dimension to what is considered the darkest of ancient Greek tragedies.
Director Chris Collier smuggles themes of self-acceptance and bravery into an entertaining show of music, dancing and adventure. This is one adaptation that would have both Charles Perrault and Sophocles turning in their graves.
Oedipuss’ quest of self-discovery takes him beyond his life at the mill under the care of his adopted parents after the confusing death of his brother, a bag of flour. He was abandoned by his father, King Laius who sought to dodge the hand of Fate. Harry Humberstone brilliantly brings the paranoid, narcissistic ruler to life with jaw-dropping physicality and chortle-worthy facial expression.
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Oedipuss in Boots at the Wardrobe Theatre. All pics: Jack Offord
On his travels, Oedipuss outwits his foes – much like his distant cousin, Puss. A tragic story of patricide, incest and confused identity comes to a dramatic close as Oedipuss weeps over the body of his lover and mother – and realises that you cannot escape your own destiny.
Adam Blake’s puppetry is slick and characterful. He also shines as Oedipuss and I thoroughly enjoyed the cast’s awkward interactions with the puppet/puppeteer. I never thought that watching a cat fight or have sex could leave me fighting back tears of laughter. Kid Carpet’s imaginative song lyrics, Jannah Warlow’s several instrumental features and an improvised pub quiz all add to the entertainment.
There is the occasional nod to the theatrical conventions of ancient Greece that would make any Drama student crack a knowing smile. Not one, but two proscenium arches adorn the stage, FUR-nished (sorry) with cats; comically ill-fitting tunics and socks with sandals abound; and the masked group of tuneful commentators called Chris fill a very similar role to that of the Greek Chorus.
After catching this talented and original group of performers at the Fringe a couple of years ago I knew I was in for a treat and I was not disappointed. Equal parts funny, clever and shocking, this CLAW-some (Really sorry) play is a refreshing alternative to your average Christmas pantomime. Not one for the grandchildren, mind.
Oedipuss in Boots continues at the Wardrobe Theatre until January 20. For more information and to book tickets, visit thewardrobetheatre.com/livetheatre/oedipuss-in-boots
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