Lost property
Edinburgh Fringe
For a physical piece of theatre which combines clownery and puppetry, a forgotten lost property office is a good a setting as any for the female duo Monkeyshine.
Littered with props and costume changes everything seems out of place. Even the box into which the characters occasionally hide has the pathetic, misspelt label ‘missilanious’. But the tragedy of the piece is that both women - apparently cleaning ladies- seem utterly enmeshed within the fabric of their setting.
The pile of coats seems to consume them and their gestures, so familiar it seems to them both, are unselfconsciously mirrored by each other.
But their imaginations, at least, are free, whether they are re-enacting the moment one of them spied Rod Stewart across a crowded casino or when they pretended to literally take off, dressed in yellow jackets, as canaries flapping madly towards the sun. The best they can manage though, is Butlins.
This duo, whose community seems to offer little care, fill their half-hour set with poignant, brilliant and at times oddly uplifting theatre. Physical fringe productions are not normally my cup of tea but this certainly deserved more than its audience of three.
Ben Dowell
The Stage