It’s understandable that long-form
improvisation would require greater character discipline than the more
familiar sketch-centred form, but it might not be immediately apparent
that there is a notional point to marathon affairs like this. The
theory is that when sleep deprivation sets in, it knocks out those
brain circuits that make you over-think during improv, so you simply
have to go with the flow. Of course, it also adds a bumper dose of
surrealism to the mix.
Extempore Theatre (formerly known as The Sticking Place) is the British
hothouse of long-form improv, with both musical improvvers The
Showstoppers and quasi-classicists The School Of Night being company
offshoots. Their seventh annual Improvathon ran in 25 two-hour episodes
last weekend, and as usual featured alongside the Brit stalwarts a
number of colleagues from the Edmonton, Alberta-based Die-Nasty
company, the crucible of such masochistic marathons.
An overall setting or genre is chosen for each marathon, with this
year’s being science fiction: events were set on an intergalactic
cruise liner. This allowed mix-and-matching between all kinds of
conceits: on the one hand, androids and holograms abounded, whereas on
the other, the ship’s barman appeared to be an 18th-century French
nobleman (who almost immediately metamorphosed into a German) – Paul
Foxcroft proving especially adroit at inventing whole lists of
fantastical board games, TV formats or phone apps.
A number of the main players now have some fame in their own right:
Cariad Lloyd has received an Edinburgh Comedy Award nomination, and
Canadian Mark Meer is best known as the voice of Commander Shepard in
the
Mass Effect video games;
gaming company BioWare lent him a Shepard costume so that the Starship
Xanadu could have an iconic
security officer. (Meer is also a master of energetic eyebrow acting:
imagine Roger Moore’s forehead dancing flamenco.) Even the ship’s
computer spoke with the specially pre-recorded voice of
Babylon 5’s Claudia Christian.
It was inevitable that a
Doctor Who-themed
episode would be included, with fresh characters including four
separate incarnations of the Doctor and guest performers such as
recurrent series actor Dan Starkey, unrecognisable out of his Sontaran
prostheses. In the event, this was among the least coherent parts of
the weekend (at which I put in a mere three six-hour stints). Far more
satisfying, and bizarrely well integrated from a narrative perspective,
was the overall ending in which the source of universal evil was
vanquished due to a peanut allergy. Obviously.
Written for the Financial
Times.