Filthy, disgusting and utterly brilliant, Kim Noble’s multimedia one hander blurs the boundary between life and art with an extremity that offends and enlightens in equal measure. The result is a disturbingly hilarious show which, though seemingly centred on the suicidal impulses of its protagonist, is in actuality an uncomfortably revealing piece exploring the relationship between victimhood and comedy.
Masturbation, self harm, vomiting, excretion and Des Lynam; nothing is off limits as Kim Noble proceeds to expose us to an excruciatingly honest account of his own life and fantasies about suicide whilst also offering us his own contribution to the cultural phenomenon of self help. From numerous scenes of ejaculation to footage of self imposed anal probing, the sheer amount of images that will be permanently ingrained on the memory is shocking. Stylistically, the piece looks distinctly amateurish but this succeeds in not only obscuring how intelligently put together the show is but also in dispelling any air of illusion, leaving the emotions expressed feeling incredibly raw.
As a comedian Noble excels, his dry wit and utter disregard for his own dignity never ceasing to delight and horrify the audience. Indeed, I was often infuriated at my own laughter, unable to control my glee as this human was seemingly sacrificed before my eyes. At times the show offends in extraordinary measures, but never more so than when casting an eye upon its audience. Too often the debate surrounding political correctness and modern comedy centres on the lone comedian and lets the audience off the hook. In this particular show, there is no turning a blind eye.
There is much which is morally questionable about this show, and it would be a great disservice to you all to reveal too much of the detail, but trust me when I tell you that this is a show which has to be seen. Noble’s comedy and view of the world is by no means without question but it does demand a certain level of respect and exposure. Dismissed by some as absurdist nonsense, this most controversial of evenings is as provocative a show as you’re ever likely to have seen and one which you should certainly catch before it’s too late.
Oh, and you might just make yourself a bit of money in the process.
The performance continues its run at the Soho Theatre until Saturday. Box Office number 020 7478 0100.