Weird. Unique. Unmissable.
Review: Nautilus by Trygve Wakenshaw – 28/4/2014 at Herald Theatre, Aotea Centre
Length: 90 minutes
If you were to ask me to go to a show where the comedian used no props, no fancy lighting, and barely spoke more than a Mr. Bean-like babble – I’d tell you to make like a tree and leave but the erratic mind of TRYGVE WAKENSHAW showed me the light.
The wonderfully turbulent Nautilus is a follow up show to other physical comedy works such as Kraken and Squidboy which have won many awards and sold out worldwide. After the first of many strangely charming skits I asked myself “What the f**k am I watching and why is it so funny?” I was sold very quickly after, and those questions did not need to be answered.
For the most part Wakenshaw is a mime, and boy is he a fantastic one. Even though there is little speaking, he makes sure that every word said is worth escaping. But he is certainly not silent. His impeccable impersonations of Aretha Franklin and jazz bands to countless personified animals are on-point. Ask yourself, have you ever wondered what a contemporary velociraptor’s bedtime routine is like? And what about the logistics of a chicken marrying a man? What would Jesus think of that?
It’s hard to pinpoint a striking moment when the show was filled with great material. With a small chunk of the show including audience participation it’s hard to know what’s rehearsed and what’s improvised. Either way, the standing ovation and extended applause at the end of the night was proof that it didn’t matter – he nailed it (totally unintended Jesus pun).
This is real theatre. Never have I seen a stage lit so full of life by a single man in a leotard. You’ll fall in love with the recurring characters that illustrates the wittiness of the performer. Wakenshaw has given me new meanings to Rapunzel, knock-knock jokes, milking cows and sexy chickens, and I’ll never listen to (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman the same way again. Thanks Wakenshaw, my soul was in the lost and found before you came along to claim it. This surprisingly delightful disturbing flow of consciousness is not one to be missed.
What are you doing at 8:30pm from 28th April to 2nd May and why is the answer not “I’m going to see Trygve Wakenshaw’s Nautilus”? You can fix that by clicking HERE to book your seats, you won’t regret it.