Friday, 1 August 2014
Theatre review: The Get Out
So the cast are in torn and dusty tuxedos and ballgowns as they go through an hour and a quarter of very silly, but mostly very good comedy pieces.
The tone is set by an opening sketch in which a suburban neighbourhood is terrorised by giant babies and roaming gangs of Regency fops, while other highlights are O'Neill as a sex-pest James Bond, and Doel running an agency that hires out arseholes to ruin social occasions.
My favourite was probably the scene of Martello-White as a Jedi who's turned to the Dark Side only to be terribly disappointed by his new Sith name (Darth Pump,) but the single moment of the evening has to be in a scene about a couple talking dirty, and O'Neill's delivery of the line (Spoiler alert!) "Mr Pipkins." (Although now I want to see Bennett-Warner do more comedy because her reaction is almost as good.) The show ends with Doel as a singing vagina, because of course it does. Catch the last performance if you can.
The Get Out by various authors, conceived by Robin French and Anthony Neilson, is booking until the 2nd of August at the Royal Court's Jerwood Theatre Upstairs.
Running time: 1 hour 15 minutes straight through.