The Adventures of Scrote Man and Pube Boy
The Velvet Lounge
REVIEW: Patrick Marlborough
The Adventures of Scrote Man and Pube Boy is a raucous, beer-fuelled journey that combines pub-theatre with high camp. Think of Adam West's Batman combined with liver damage and you'll get the idea.
The show follows the adventures of the titular characters as they try to stop their nemesis from plucking all the pubes of Perth's unwitting citizens. As inferred by the previous sentence, this is not a show that takes itself too seriously.
Performers Chris Thomas and Josh Crane burst forth with alliterative puns, portmanteaus and mid-60s TV grins that lend to a performance that is overall entertaining, if a bit repetitive. But depth isn't really the point, and you'll have more fun if you just sit back and enjoy the silliness while slowly racking up an ever-increasing bar tab.
The energy of the show was truly astounding, with the action unfolding like a bad serial, and the actors flying off on improvised tangents and cluttering the set with silly asides, it was hard not to be swept up in the heroic deeds of Scrote man, or his hair-loving sidekick. After a week of performance poets and comedians having breakdowns on stage, it was nice to see a Fringe show that didn't take itself too seriously.
The Adventures of Scrote Man and Pube Boy is a fun night out, an escapist romp into the pastel-coloured world of entendre and absurdism. Just make sure you see it on a weekend, because your head will mysteriously hurt the following morning.