Paul Hunter has atrocious dress sense, a co-star named Adela who is a duck (a real one) and a remarkable skill for breathing new humour into stale 17th-century clowning. In a semi-improvised show he tackles both the obvious choices like the drunken porter of Macbeth and more obscure boobies such as the Fool in Titus Andronicus. Each is imbued with a distinct character, and Hunter's own linking pieces have a surreal ingenuity.
Written for The Independent.
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