Theatre review: The Pyramids of Margate
Edinburgh Fringe Scotsman review: The Pyramids of Margate at Hill Street Theatre (Venue 41), reviewed by David Pollock
David Kennedy is an old-school Whovian, a Doctor Who fan who dresses his Hoover up like Tom Baker and favours the 1970s era of the series over anything which came before or since. He does a mean impression of Baker and a more physical take on his favourite Who villain Omega, using a jiffy bag as a fake helmet which he removes by the Deal or No Deal machine in The Plough to rather loudly reveal nothing beneath, causing the whole pub to stop.
Mortified, he thinks he’s blown it with the nice Polish woman from accounts who he imagines curling up in front of Genesis of the Daleks with.
Writer and actor Martin Stewart’s monologue is finely balanced, on the one hand paying tribute to those (mostly) gentlemen of a certain age for whom old Who is the only Who with jokes that only those who understand the show’s title will get.
On the other, it opens the story out into something a lot more human and universal, as the sense that Kennedy is a lonely but lovable outsider is brought home to rest.
A subplot about him joining the SETI@home mission to find extra-terrestrial life feels somewhat tacked on, but his recollections of youthful fairground rides on the now boarded-up seafront and his recently departed mother are beautifully human.
Originally published in The Scotsman