Josh Ladgrove’s beret-wearing Neal Portenza blows me away every time I see him.
With a design including balloons, some lovely interactive modelling clay, and a bit of blood, he’s a bit calmer this year, so he’s like a puppy – on speed. A super-smart puppy who understands the world far too clearly and decides to deal with it by re-interpreting the rules of classic clowning.
The illogical insanity of his show makes complete sense when you’re in the moment. I could try to describe Pokégoth, but I’ll get the same odd looks as when I say that the only thing funnier than one squeaky rubber chicken in his underpants – there is near-nudity –, is four squeaky rubber chickens.
And no one else asks their audience to add a bonus comic timing moment, or to make racist or bad jokes punishable.
Neal Portenza puts the W, T & F into whimsy. This is indie original comedy that defies sensical description and takes a lot to be beaten.