Qulture Magazine

Words: Clíona Mccann

To Be Frank is a hysterical hour of absurd clowning. No dialogue; just a stellar live score and the vocalisations you would expect of a zombie-monster-creature-thing.

Hockey has an astounding command of his body. His expert physicality provides the core of the show, allowing Frank to exist as both endearing and ridiculous. His facial expressions are Mr. Bean but better, and he squeezes every ounce of comedy he can possibly get out of a few simple balloons to huge rewards.

The live musician is razor-sharp, responding to every one of Hockey’s movements at the drop of a hat. They add so much to Hockey’s performance, punctuating each comedic moment with the unassuming pluck of a string.

The very bones of this show are entertaining. Although it’s nonsense, there is a real heart behind the hilarity. Frank eventually becomes overpowered by his own creation; you watch him have tantrums, cry, sing, pray, fall down and pick himself back up… And you can’t help but love him.

Hockey has realised a fresh and original take on an iconic and beloved horror character, which is no mean feat. Although in its first Edinburgh run, I can see this becoming a Fringe cult hit- so catch it now before it blows up.