Two figures stand in the dull half-light spilling over from the bar. They speak in a haunting, existential whale-song that feels almost Hallowe’en-appropriate as it bounces around the wide-empty auditorium. “Are we good? Am I
The show is constructed like this: first, the duo
Moot Moot pushes this comedy up to and beyond its limits. When each segment hits its stride, the show is hysterical, but they often take a while to warm up and struggle to find a decisive ending, fizzling out or seeping into one another. And there’s a small drop, a clenching “here we go again” every time we hear the jingle play and the duo launch into yet another skit. I’m not sure if this is a criticism, though. Once a sketch has run its course, and the whole thing unwinds into the quiet white noise of pointless back and forth, there are moments of real, aggressive, grating dullness; moments where we suddenly and shockingly feel the loneliness, the isolation, the desperation for someone, anyone, to talk to, to listen to, the meaninglessness, the nothingness, of Barry and Barry.
Still, what do I know? The man sat behind me cried with laughter the whole way through. Whether you find Moot Moot to be a cutting and insightful piece on the need to be heard, the need to listen, the need to reach outside yourself, or just a laugh-a-minute farce (or both), it’s categorically worth witnessing. I’ve had worse Hallowe’ens.