Two men find themselves in a forest with no idea how they got there. Cue a flashback to a zoo and that’s your lot for a plot. Don’t walk in expecting a comedy play, a sketch show or anything so tediously conventional. This is as surreally self-indulgent as anything you’re ever likely to see and it’s a treat. Julian Barratt and ‘little squashed Elvis’ Noel Fielding are ably assisted by a clearly demented Rich Fulcher.
It’s a jazz-like riff built around idiotic ideas and a vast array of props, with laughs seemingly pulled out of thin air. Don’t worry, for as Barratt will explain, ‘It’s not that you don’t like jazz, you fear jazz. You fear it’s lack of rules.’ Go confront your fears.
(Rory Ford)