LOVE him or loathe him, Boris Johnson makes for good entertainment. A bumbling, over-privileged oaf who doesn’t care who he offends, you can’t help but enjoy the sense of clownishness he brings to politics.
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A Buster Keaton-inspired piece of slapstick nonsense, then, from Tom Crawshaw, the first half charts Boris’s rise from Eton-educated toff, to journalist, to Mayor of London, to performing his own Fringe show.
He makes unwelcome advances on the ladies in the audience, engages in a bizarre game of ping-pong while desperately trying to get a career-damaging article by The Independent spiked, and falls over a lot.
The second-half, however, suggests Johnson’s foolish facade is all part of a calculated plan - to become World King.
Portrayed by Fringe veteran David Benson, he might not have Johnson’s look or physicality, but he has his mannerisms and voice down pat. He’s at his best when he’s ad-libbing. Had Crawshaw stuck purely to focusing on Johnson the Clown, and less about Johnson the Demi-God, then ‘Johnson’ himself might just have been in with a shout for the Fosters Comedy Award he so desperately craves.
Until August 30