Slow Clap have really made a splash this festival and it's so easy to see why. Their terrifically imaginative show Truth features a wildly schizophrenic masterclass in physical comedy. The audience ought to strap themselves in for a thrilling experience, the show engrossing at every turn.
Though Truth is not strictly a solo venture, Vachel Spirason is nevertheless the undisputed face of the production, taking centrestage as a storyteller with a showcase of alter-egos. The show kicks into gear when Spirason expounds upon a mysterious chance meeting, one with seemingly maddening repercussions. Unfortunately, not too much more can be revealed without compromising Truth's mindbending plot, suffice to say that Spirason slips in and out of personas, gradually pushing Truth into murkier and murkier territory.
Truth's characters - ranging from an aggressive Russian chess-fanatic to a big-time ice-skater - define the production. Directed by the behind-the-curtain antics of Stephanie Brotchie, Spirason assumes each role with stunning ease, emerging a truly gifted comic performer. His forte is, unquestionably, physical comedy. The stick-thin performer indulges in segments of hilariously elastic, flamboyant gestures, ever the entertaining jester. Spirason is a comic hybrid of Paul Foot, Frank Woodley and Shaun Micallef, his charisma delectable.
Putting the laughs to one side for a moment, Slow Clap must also be commended for their show's story. Truth brews a strange, sinister kind of a tension, juxtaposed perfectly with Spirason's comedy. You gradually find yourself in Spirason's shoes, slightly unhinged and as much at the mercy of the mystery at hand. Aptly enough, you're dying to know the truth behind all that's unfolding. It's all very unnerving and yet it's utterly brilliant, in that, despite there existing such a tense climate, Truth's comedy is never once compromised.
Funny, compelling, highly imaginative and executed to a tee, Slow Clap's Truth is remarkable.