A-list Fringe-lebrity and G-list normal-lebrity Luke Rollason is back this year with his show, Luke Rollason, Luke Rollason, Let Down Your Hair, where he pushes the boundaries of loo-roll based comedy. Reminiscent of Monty Python but done in finger paints, Luke Rollason revisits some favourite childhood bedtime stories in vignettes, with a little help from the audience.
This show was the weirdest children’s story hour I’ve ever been to. At least, the children in front of me seemed to be very confused. Even though I don’t think the show is meant to be watched by kids– unelss you’re like, a really chill parent– Luke Rollason seemed much more scared of the 6 year old he spotted late in the show than the child ever was of him
Luke Rollason, Luke Rollason, Let Down Your Hair pushes the boundaries of your own imagination, and is a testament to Rollason’s own– I don’t think many of us could look at some toilet roll and a head massager and see Rapunzel. Rollason is an excellent prop comic, and many of the shows strongest punchlines have a reveal or sight gag.
Rollason’s slightly manic improv is a delight. He always seems to be just a little overwhelmed by his own production, running around the three corners of his toilet roll kingdom with the expression of a child who has lost his mum in a supermarket.
Unlike other shows that are being funny in a serious way, Rollason has no problem cracking the fourth wall and letting us all know he also realises the optics on this whole thing. Like Hans Christen Anderson vis-á-vis that one guy on YouTube that used to smoke cigarettes in a pink morph suit, Luke Rollason, Luke Rollason, Let Down Your Hair is silly, nostalgic, and a just little odd.
I think I might have to go back just to see what was meant to happen to that poor little egg.
Luke Rollason, Luke Rollason, Let Down Your Hair is on at 19:10 in Pleasance’s 10 Dome until the 25 August (not 13)
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Images by Dylan Woodley provided to The Student for press use