Time Out says
This surreal comedy by Richard Foreman was originally inspired by George Bush, but with another buffoonish President in the White house it should be just as relevant. The outlandishly named 'King Cowboy Rufus Rules The Universe' is a layered political satire, accompanied by compositions by Kieran Stallard. Patrick Kennedy directs.
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The most surreal, most avant garde and most challenging theatre I've ever seen. London needs more of this!
I wanted to do something different but I didn't quite think how different my evening would be...it mentioned surreal and I like the Mighty Boosh and League of Gentlemen surreal...but have not been taken to a place more surreal than tonight at... King Cowboy Rufus rules the universe.
At Leadenhall Market Gracechurch Street
EC3V 0DN London.
I felt like I was in a social experiment...where hypnosis may have been involved.
If you've ever been out dancing and raving all night and are desperately trying to get home feeling disoriented and exhausted...yet you have that challenging space to face of a boiling hot tube or night bus full up with party people dressed up in ridiculous outfits talking political nonsense before you can reach the comfort of your bed.
You probably need the toilet or feel nauseated. The smell of body odour and urine, bright lights and no personal space are challenging but you know you need to persevere to reach the end of the journey.
And just when you think your final stop is nearing there are delays and you are a captive audience for those trashed party people dressed in ridiculous outfits still spouting their opinions.
This play was an endurance test. It was as uncomfortable and challenging in the same respect as trying to decipher our society whilst on a bad acid trip...just when you think it cannot get anymore absurd...it does.
You try to embrace it because surely at sometime it will end. There are moments of hilarity but it makes you reassess your reality and ask yourself what the hell are you doing sitting in a room watching this obscure nonsense?
It makes you examine your fellow participants and wonder if they feel as trapped as you.
It's like being at the funfair on the ghost train, a rollercoaster and in the funhouse all rolled into one.
You hate every moment but once you get off...
you love it and want to go again.
The surrealism continues on your journey home and you can still hear the voices in your head.
If you go to see this play...you'll be cursing me and then yourself.