If I were asked to pinpoint the longest hour of my life, this show would be it. A lewd and unfunny assault on the senses, the only positive aspect is that the Red Bastard himself was an energetic showman with plenty of stage presence. But the production itself was a directionless 60 minutes involving a man in a red suit stuffed with balloons prancing around a stage whilst babbling incoherent drivel, simulating sex with audience members, making crass, tasteless jokes, and getting the audience to perform pointless and uninteresting tasks like counting to ten over and over again. It is definitely cult humour, so I guess you’ll either love it or absolutely hate it. For me the end of the show could not come soon enough.
Assembly George Square, until 26 Aug (not 7, 14), 4.40pm.
tw rating 1/5 | [Jessica Cropper]