Billed as “a madcap comedy of illusion” this Easter European existential examination of loneliness and existence is certainly not that.
Bulgarian absurdist playwright Hristo Boytchev’s incomprehensible play ruins the long-awaited return of film and TV star John Hannah to the Fringe. Hannah’s acting is faultless and his sleight of hand tricks thoroughly impressive, but the soul-searching avant-garde script isn’t enough to keep the interest levels high for the 70 minute running time.
It is a pity as Hannah is a fine actor with a great stage presence – one can’t help think that this is a huge opportunity lost.