The Argus: fringe_2011_logo_red_thumbBig Pants Theatre Productions is ambitious, performing well-done plays by Arrabal and Berkoff. However, as the title of this play suggests, it is preoccupied with the theatre of the absurd, good old comedy. It might provoke contemplation of the more serious question of why young boys are sent off to fight one another, but really it can be enjoyed on as deep – or as superficial – a level as preferred. To underline the point, the ticket price includes a pint.

The cast do a fabulous job in character. Mum and Dad, both flamboyant yet down-to-earth as well, make a surprise visit to their little boy with Sunday picnic – mum checks he’s been cleaning his teeth properly first. Irony is provided by two stretcher-bearers looking for work, meaning dead bodies. They make a brilliant comedy of us doing as we are told, often without knowing why.

Just about everyone is taken by enemy fire by the end of the play, but the spoils of their picnic leaves no trace of doubt that they went out enjoying themselves. The audience are also engaged in the jollity – the play is performed in the round – departs with a satisfying aftertaste of celebration.