Among the more bizarre things on offer this Fringe, Eggball is a one-woman whirlwind of strange, half-baked ideas jammed into one ludicrous hour of hit-and-miss entertainment. With characters ranging from a dancing shark to a fox missing vital sexual anatomy, to say there is something for everybody here would miss the point. This is humour at its most achingly unusual and thus it will necessarily divide audiences between those who love its quirky oddness and those for whom it’s all just a bit too much.
One of the main problems is the sheer lack of reason or purpose behind many of the characters on offer; indeed, much of Eggball seems to be just wallowing in weirdness for the sake of it, without actually offering anything else besides zany, nonsensical madness. A woman with golden horse’s hooves instead of hands is presented to the audience as a joke in and of itself, while a crab who lovingly snares a woman on the beach provides one of the more accessible moments in a veritable smorgasbord of the unexplained – a fact which demonstrates the level at which much of the show works.
It’s a bit like watching The Mighty Boosh on crack, with even less of an explanatory plot. Some will no doubt find it the height of hilarity, but others will be left out in the cold wondering when the purely inexplicable became a byword for comedy gold.
