Trygve Wakenshaw’s latest solo show, Nautilus*, makes it abundantly clear that if you give this bold, fearless, talented artist an empty space, he will both entertain and expand your mind. 

He’s described as a ‘loveable idiot’ in his press kit, which gives the impression his material and presentation is accessible and humorous. And yes, much of Nautilus is exactly that. However, some of his scenes are also subversive, thought-provoking and have far more socio-political punch than most comedy shows.

In the same vein as his previous sell-out solo shows Kraken and Squidboy, Nautilus is a fantastic mix of Wakenshaw’s trademark physical comedy, cheeky expressions (which my date reckons are reminiscent of Ralph Fiennes) and extraordinary impressions.

Content-wise, I get the feeling Wakenshaw’s mind is noisy, fanciful, and constantly exploding with concepts and philosophies that deserve an expression. Editing them into a digestible series of sketches must be hard for someone so creative. Which is probably why Nautilus is currently about 15 minutes too long.

No doubt over time, the sketches that need tightening, or need an end, will be attended to. For example, while the mime of a standard stand up comedian extrapolating laughs a plenty without saying a word is great, the character may appear once too often. And in terms of sketches needing an end, while Natural Woman is a fabulous subtle slow burner, part 2 of the gag is left flapping in the comedy breeze.

Wakenshaw’s mesmerising impersonations are an integral part of each sketch: the vexing question facing chickens, young birds, dinosaurs, a hungry cat, an unfulfilled cuckoo, the horny macho cowboy, a cow, a sheep who is eager to please, a magician, a jazz ensemble (a player-by-player showcase, including an unexpected ‘floss’ solo), slow-mo action reply, a frustrated Jesus, Rapunzel with a Trygve-twist, and an actor stuck in his own limelight. All are brilliant. 

In terms of characters, his macho cowboy is particularly interesting as he fusses about, ordering the perfect beer with just the right amount of calories and strength, before making a move on any female species to hand, referencing the very best of Looney Tunes and Dick Tracy as he does so. 

While Wakenshaw’s use of actual words is sparing, when he does slip in an audible comment, such as “all the way home”, it is perfectly placed and hilarious. His mash up of charades and ‘knock knock’ jokes is another audience highlight. 

As the stories start to interweave and inevitably entangle, Wakenshaw juxtaposes fascinating combinations, such as dinosaurs and bedtime rituals like brushing teeth and iPhone tweets. Similarly, when the cats meet the cuckoo, things get really interesting.

The moments I find most engaging are when a seemingly entertaining story takes a political turn, such as when the magician’s show takes a sinister turn as the rabbit is not just pulled out of the hat, but enhanced with pretty lipstick, mascara and perfume… By the time the magician finishes his act, I feel very guilty for wearing all three products.

Similarly, when we, the audience, are asked by Wakenshaw (playing a marriage celebrant at the time) for comment on the union of an unlikely couple, and we react in silence…. What happens next, as the celebrant shows just how deep his love of his profession and deity are, is as confronting as it is true.

Some concepts are not entirely new – Wakenshaw unravels a strip tease act in a similar way to Robbie Williams in his song, Rock DJ (where Williams tried to impress a female DJ by stripping naked and then removing his skin and muscles, ending up as a skeleton). Robbie’s version didn’t include a fabulous costume malfunction though. 

Rather than segue between these stories and scenes, Wakenshaw takes creative ‘time out’, frozen in what could be interpreted as his version of Rodin’s bronze statue, The Thinker’**. A guitar version of the aria Habanera from the opera Carmen plays each time. As a convenient way to move from scene to scene, it’s fitting, yet a few more variations on the theme could evolve the device even more. 

Nautilus is engaging, challenging and at times confronting.

So if you are looking for something completely different over the comedy festival that will shake up your sensibilities, yet still satisfy your funny bone, go see this man do his thing in Nautilus.
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* A Nautilus is a type of marine mollusk – thanks Wikipedia. 
** ‘The Thinker’ is often used as an image to represent philosophy – thanks Wikipedia

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In this stripped-down show, one of New Zealand’s most talented clowns makes magic out of nothing, alone in his spotlight, tights and singlet. Trygve Wakenshaw – a 3m beanpole sprouting a shock of blond cockatoo hair – holds our attention for 80 minutes using only short skits.

This is quite a feat; the lack of overarching narrative makes for a thin show but his physical and almost-wordless vocal prowess makes it an amusing one. The thespian equivalent of a one-man band, Wakenshaw becomes a Loony Tunes-style animation come to life, complete with knockout crowns of tweeting birds and enthusiastic leg kicks. [More]

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