Will Adamsdale: Facetime, Underbelly - Bristo Square, Edinburgh * * * *
He plays with that line. Many performers do but, possibly because Adamsdale doesn’t ‘gig’ and so there is no way of getting a handle on the ‘real’ Will Adamsdale, you are left, in the dark, watching this diffident man – one minute all middle-class apologies and the next reminding you repeatedly that he DID win the Perrier Award … some … years ago – talk about the tricky problems he is experiencing with his three-year-old son.
This is not usually the stuff of comedy. And it is not handled in the usual comedy way. But it is painfully hilarious. The laughs are made up of tiny mundanities like ride-on mowers, West Wing and Postman Pat alongside Adamsdale’s apparent ability to curse people, his downward spiralling career (even though he won the Perrier once) and his desperate attempts to have a positive relationship with his son.
This onstage Will is a fascinating, funny/sad creation, with a heart-stirring rallying cry at the end. This is another captivating show from a comic craftsman of whom we see too little. And it was a delight to see Jackson again. As he – and all who follow him would say – achieved!
Until 25 August.