Written for Culture Wars
Theatergroep WAK know how to make an entrance. In a wooden box in George Square, a man pushes up a corner of the floor and squeezes his way in, like a lost Great Escapee. Another falls through the wall, while a third drops in from above.
What follows is a punchy 40-minutes of headless running around with no particular purpose or direction and it’s totally infectious. This isn’t the sort of profound clowning that reveals human fragilities and foibles, but simple, slapdash, madcappery with no purpose beyond its own delirium.
If anything, it’s almost unashamedly – even unfashionably – blokish. The threesome grab their bits and waggle them about, stack themselves into a single toilet cubicle for a squished shit and just run circles round each other. There’s a great sketch of a long-distance runner, in which roadside water bottles swell into a Michelin-starred dining experience.
There’s a scatty distraction at play that means Nothing Is Really Difficult is never more than the sum of its parts, and it trades heavily on the charm of it’s unique venue. It delivers on the double-edged title – that suggest anything is possible and nothingness isn’t all that easy – but what you’ve got here is a zany little box of tricks.
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