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Review: Dead Funny

Unhappy marriages unravel in comedy tropes and songs

November 11, 2016 13:04
Katherine Parkinson in Dead Funny

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John Nathan,

John Nathan

1 min read

For those still dazed, confused and downright terrified by Trump's triumph, Terry Johnson's 1994 play is the cultural equivalent of comfort food.

Johnson - who also directs - is partly inspired by British comedy greats. The action takes place in Eleanor and Richard's suburban living room, the kind of place in which many a TV comedy has been set and watched.

Suspended above the set are portraits of the kind of comedians honoured by Richard's fan club - Eric Morcambe, Tommy Cooper, Frankie Howerd - which is to say funny and dead. These pictures are like comedy gods overlooking the hilarious unhappiness unfolding among the soft furnishings below. And to some extent this is Johnson's point. For many homes the bad and brilliant comedies transmitted into their living rooms are the only hope of a laugh.

Take - not my wife, but - wife and husband, Eleanor and doctor Richard (the excellent Katherine Parkinson and Rufus Jones). She is desperate for a baby, he can't bear to be touched. So somewhat counter intuitively, following the advice of a counsellor, he lies naked on the floor while her fingers prod his body like dough.