The Nazis are coming, the cabaret is crumbling and a former master of ceremonies, his facepaint peeling, is trying to make sense of the chaos around him. Writer/performer Bremner Duthie angrily belts out classics such as Mack the Knife in an attempt to capture the dying breaths of an iconic theatrical era.
It is an interesting and potentially thought-provoking idea, but one that fails to work because this unappealing clown is so difficult to like and relate to. We don’t get a sense of the person beneath the make-up, just the anger on the surface – something that soon becomes repetitive and grating.
Written for The Scotsman