Stand 2
Aug 7-13, 15-27 (16:00)
Laudator Temporis Acti
I do enjoy coining & throwing new words into the ever-broiling cauldron that is the English language, & watching Philipp Kostenecky alchemised the left hemisphere of my brain into action, creating the word, THALEPY. This is a portmanteau of Thalia, the Muse of Comedy, & therapy, which Philipp seems to positively need, as a great deal of his set is form’d from regressive strikes into his psyche, making fun out of the mind-monkey moments which less creative souls might be haunted by for life.
“I’m not saying you need to have a miserable childhood to make life interesting –
But it helps”
Genetically, Philip is a mixture of American, Austrian & Slovenian, whose appearance he readily admits to coming across as a villain from a basketball film. From here we are given the full aforemention’d self-therapeutic survey of his quasi-oedipal youth. Among these many moments of amusement was the one wrought from middle childhood, when upon the occasions of his schoolyard nemesi declaring that they had slept with his mother the previous night, he riposted by saying she was a single woman & was entitl’d to see who she wanted. Such is the flavor of Kostenecky’s show – sometimes darker than that, sometimes tamer, but always entertaining & interesting to the point of fascination.
As Philip opens up his soul to the audience with craft & confidence, one finds all the images in his vignetting procession to be varied, yet interconnected, like when his pseudonazi DNA leads to his personal declaration that he is ‘too tall to cry.’ Yeah there’s a right old mixture of material in there, like, while at 25 Philipp’s definitely got more living & more laughing to do. With such abundance of time on his side & I’d definitely like to see him again whenever he returns to the Fringe, & see the next step in his princedom’s evolution & the fulfilling of some excellent potential.
Damo
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