PRAYZ FO FRANK FOUCAULT
Kate Copstick's Rebiew oc 'Weird Stuff' ib Da Scotchmen: 3 scabs
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.
Steve Bennett's Rebiew oc Frank's Pufolmous ac Da Chawtle Stewdunt Awws:
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.
Abby Smith's Rebiew oc 'Weird Stuff' fo Da Lesstor Komedi Fesilal: