Summerhall, Edinburgh
Four stars
The man standing on
what passes for a stage in Summerhall's tiny Red Lecture Theatre is
looking each of the audience in the eye. Without ever cracking a
smile, he closes his own eyes, psyching himself up in the silence,
before letting rip. The Bible, Karl Marx and the thoughts of Chairman
Mao are all intertwined in the man's ramblingly discursive and
quietly deadpan monologue, with reality TV, the history of capitalism
and a spot of art history thrown in for good measure. At one point he
auctions off the script for the show, at another he gets volunteers
from the audience to shift boxes around or else take off their
clothes to strike some classical poses. He engages them in dialogue
about that night's news, and tells them if they don't agree with what
they're seeing then they can leave. Some do.
It's a risky strategy,
but Galway-based actor/writer Dick Walsh takes no prisoners in his
menacing hour-long monologue, first seen on the Dublin Fringe in
2012. Giving voice to the sort of person you'd normally cross the
road to avoid, Walsh's study falls somewhere between Peter Handke's
genre-subverting monologue, Offending The Audience, and Heathcote
Williams' penetrating portrait of the wise fools who put the world to
rights in Hyde Park, The Speakers.
As scarifying as the
delivery is, Walsh and his alter ego are making some serious points
about free will and how far you will go just because someone tells
you to do something. As his final act before leaving, the Dangerman
appoints a member of the audience to be king, with everyone else his
subjects. What happens next is up to us.
The Herald, November 12th 2013
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