PRAYZ FO FRANK FOUCAULT

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As indicated by the title, this is a strange little show from a sweet speccy chap in a suit. It is endlessly inventive and fun, with community singing, some innovative impressions, a great deal of bad feeling between his glasses and his tie and an analysis of what comes out when you are sick on the street when you are 20. We are drawn in by Frank Foucault, who creates seduction scenes with plugs and offers up the Macarena in hilarious slow motion. Thanks to a girl in the fifth row, we also get 70 seconds of the sound of a kettle coming to the boil. His interstitial chat is kept to a minimum. “That was that bit,” he says, having just recited a Dylan Thomas poem and done an impression of a pre-broadband internet connection. His last gag is a tiny work of comic genius. I will say no more. “Weird is a matter of perception,” says Frank. Do go along and perceive away.

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Absurdist Frank Foucault would be a more challenging booking for a Friday night at Jongleurs, but his level of invention with what you can do in comedy is what sets him apart. He spends the first minute or two just showing off his suit and shouting: ‘Smart!’ Probably too long, to be honest, but you have to admire his commitment. The idea of cheesy 1970s comics singing snippets of songs after dubious jokes isn’t wholly original, but Foucault (the stage name of Luke Smith) puts his own spin on it – while his surreal take on burlesque with which he closes is stupidly funny, though you’d be hard pressed to put your finger on exactly why.

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Friday 17th of February saw Frank Foucault perform as part of the Leicester Comedy Festival at Manhattan 34 and he was not lying when he titled his act Weird Stuff. A handshake was given to each of the audience members as they entered the room, flowers handed out but at no point did Foucault speak, it did not know what to expect but whatever was going to happen during this show I knew it would be interesting and something I and never seen before.

Everyone settled, music started playing and the act begun. What was witnessed next was not only hilarious but slightly awkward, Foucault began to thrust a vase of flowers and there was nowhere else to look as he continued for what seemed like an uncomfortable amount of time. It sounds just messed up I know but Foucault’s character and charm made it seem okay to watch and laugh at, as a young man continued moving his hips back and forth, doing something that should stay in the own privacy of his home.

This was just the start of the show as well. As the show continued, the weirdness just carried on getting weirder but the interaction, the performance and the puns all worked effectively, my smile did not falter once. I was kept engaged with the show and what was going to happen next, there was never a dull moment and the surprises of what Foucault would say or do next had me hooked.

Frank Foucault @ Manhattan34.

Considering how young he is, Foucault I feel is a young talent to watch out for, a mix  of cleverly written comedy that may not win over some people with his bizarre style but most certainly had the majority of the audience at Manhattan34 belting out uncontrollable laughter.

The act finished with Foucault encouraging the audience to sing ‘Kumbaya My Lord’ whenever the singing would dwindle we were faced with a screech  from Foucault to ‘Keep singing!’. Whilst this was happening without knowing a brilliant joke was formulating that was pure genius and helped bring the show to a wonderful end.

I would definitely recommend Foucault as a comedian to go and see, considering he was a pay as you feel act I would not have been disappointed if I had had to pay ten pounds or more to see have watched the act, I look forward to keeping an eye on the young lad and hope to see more weird stuff in the future.