This show is a real piece of art. Did it come to a clear conclusion? No. Does it matter? Not the slightest.
Writer and performer, Gareth Clark sits on stage wearing a terrifying crocodile mask. He moves along the stage with intensity and clarity, intimidating the audience who are still getting settled in their seats. Everything falls quiet. He starts speaking. His voice is clear and as the story starts to unfold it is apparent that Clark has a real talent for storytelling.
He chronicles his life so far and the things he has feared. From silly childhood fears to the fears of a middle aged man with vulgar hilarity. Fear of God, fear of authority, fear of terrorism, fear of growing old, fear of everything. Rational and irrational fears. As a speaker he is completely captivating. He has the energy of a five year old with the intention of a drunk lad in the pub who has spotted the girl of his dreams. He gallivants around the stage, interacting with the audience every chance he gets. If you have a fear of audience participation this show is not for you. The piece contains filthy language and sexual gestures as well as drug and alcohol abuse. As many have attempted, Clark showcases how he handles his fears with sex, drugs and rock and roll. Honestly who is this guy? I want to hire him.
The music is completely fitting, featuring classical, pop and rock music to underscore the situation in a way that really places it in time and space. Clark works incredibly well with the audience, drawing them into his thought process. This show is a real piece of art. Did it come to a clear conclusion? No. Does it matter? Not the slightest. You are really missing out if you don’t see this show. Just leave your children at home.
