It's hard to describe Dayne Rathbone's show but the first word that comes to mind is awkward. The next words would be odd, uncomfortable, confusing, discombobulating, confounding. And ballsacks. But thankfully, not for the first 50 minutes.
The social awkward, slightly mentally ill, very uncool and definitely bullied character that Rathbone inhabits is almost too sensitive to bear watching. He's so awkward it's almost creepy. Laughing at him feels like you're the bully yourself, and sometimes the laughs come because it's so uncomfortable you just don't know what to do.
Sometimes they come because suddenly the topic is incest, racism, suicide or illness, and it's a bit of a shock. Two people walked out halfway through which Rathbone should take as a compliment. There is also singing, dancing, poetry, and the kind of children's story you would never want a child to hear. You won't be rolling on the floor for an hour, but if you don't mind awkward, you might let out a few guffaws.
