Shaken, not stirred, both intoxicating and disgusting, the worst of James Bond is what we love most. Fearless and feckless, this secret agent is on a mission to make a mess. From the deranged mind and nimble body of writer/actor, Carlos Sandin, Pull My Goldfinger is a seductive wingding of a play and a delight to behold and be held by.
This absurd and interactive one-man clown show is chock full of buffoonery. Performed with aplomb, surprising sound effects, bare bravado, and unmitigated waggery, this hour’s entertainment is sure to amuse and arouse.
Woodwind enthusiasts will be either delighted or horrified to see the tremendous use Sandin manages to put his clarinet to. In fact, there is very little in the playing space that Sandin doesn’t manage to pervert in some delightful and unexpected way as he methodically wrings every available bit of whimsy out of his costumes, his props, the extensive canon of Bond’s inherent ludicrousness, and his audience’s substantial willingness to play along.
The crowd is his from the very beginning and he treats his audience with something a lot more fun and interesting than respect. As he makes quite clear at the show’s opening, this performance’s viewers can sit anywhere because nowhere is safe and everywhere is comfortable.
Get a drink, take a seat, and relax. Bond is back, and if you’re over eighteen, he’s got something you simply have to see.
Reviewer: Kira Daniels
Reviewed: 16th June 2024
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