Charlie Chuck’s entrance made it apparent that his circus is more of a playground – the audience watching on like concerned parents, terrified that their child might get too excited and hurt himself. Chuck smashed drums with a gigantic stick, kicked them over, clattered his hand between the symbols and went onto babble surrealistically, with some lovely (though random) cabaret thrown into the mix. This absurdist and outrageous humour is executed with a huge level of genuine self belief; this man seems impervious to theatrical conventions like structure. Don’t expect his magic to dazzle you though. The audience had fun, but you ought to steer clear if you’re hoping for something to make any degree of sense.
SpaceCabaret @ 54, 13-25 Aug, 12.30pm.
tw rating 3/5 | [Joe Mountford-Smith]