Ernie Silva’s smooth, skinny presence slides effortlessly between characters creating what feels like an autobiographical novel made visual. We are confronted with a question of faith, not in religion, but in the people who shape our lives, and how we read the signs that guide us. We follow a Brooklyn kid as he deals with the advice his family gives him, trying desperately to stick to his own path. All American phrases are good-naturedly spelt out for us and, in so doing, the fourth wall disappears, making it feels like an (extremely talented) friend relating a personal story. It’s hilarious and poignant, musical but modest; simply sublime to watch, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Udderbelly’s Pasture, 3 – 29 (not 16, 28), 5.00pm, £9.00 – £11.00, fpp268.
tw rating 5/5