REVIEW: How the King Learned to Live Forever by Pummel Squad – Fortyfive Downstairs


Pummel Squad have gained a reputation for their wild, physical, silly, cartoonish, hilarious, idiosyncratic, poor theatre over the last few years, bagging them several Green Room Award nominations (and awards!) for their shows Spring Has Sprung, or The Beautiful Show and Twenty Million Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. Their latest, How the King Learned to Live Forever, is their third annual pantomime and it’s my first time seeing their work – and I finally understand all the superlatives that have been thrown their way.

The theatre collective say they’ve never seen a panto before and that makes sense – it’s more of a British tradition that hasn’t really travelled to the colonies. But this show is in that tradition – ridiculous characters, a silly story, bawdy and slapstick humour and the occasional shout out by the audience in response. The night I saw it there was a few surprising audience interactions, but let’s hope with each passing year, the crowd gets more and more into that sort of thing.

It's the sort of show that gets you cheering at the end of a perfectly choreographed routine or a particularly delicious death scene or a showdown with two sticks that aren’t really swords that seems to go on forever. To have twenty-five actors on stage, occasionally all at once, is a thrilling kind of indulgence that can really only happen in indie theatre – because everyone is doing it for the love and a good feed.

Pummel Squad write, direct, star, costume design and figured out a general lighting and sound design until John Collopy and Justin Gardam jumped in and polished it up. The costumes are wildly elaborate paper headpieces, dresses and shirts made out of cheap checked storage bags and bucket hats made out of actual buckets.

Squad members Ludomyr Kemp-Mykyta, Harry McGee and Cooper Donald McDonald play a trio of delicious villains – the Priest, the General and the Wizard. They are part of the court of King Finger, but they are also part of a plot to kill him. King Finger is sometimes a sickly looking puppet, but eventually appears in the form of actor Sam Buckley strutting his stuff. As the king learns to live forever, he discovers that sort of power comes with sacrifice – but very rarely his own. For a theatrical experience that’s a mash-up of Shakespeare and the Wizard of Oz and some Simpsons gags thrown in, the critique of never-ending power is sharp, but never undermines the feel-good nature of this year-end show.

Actor Molly Hollohan plays the king’s son, Pinky Finger, with the deliciously entertaining bravado that you want from the hero of a fantasy action. After her turn in Recollection last year, I knew Hollohan was an actor to keep an eye on – and she’s hilarious here. Damon Baudin appears as Death, rhyming his way through the job in which he slay-s, rounding out the actor's trio of excellent performances at Fortyfive Downstairs this year.

At the end of the year, and this year of all years, which has been stressful beyond measure (*gestures everywhere*), rounding out my theatre-going with this raucous piece of theatrical genius was a real treat. Now I can join the chorus of people I know telling everyone not to miss the next Pummel Squad show or the one after that or the one after that. Keep them on your to-do list.

- Keith Gow, Theatre First

How the King Learned to Live Forever played three shows only at Fortyfive Downstairs and closed on Saturday night

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