Die Clown Die review | Benny Boot | Melbourne Fringe Festival | The Motley Wherehaus

Die Clown Die promises to take us to nirvana. The problem is that Bootoh (Benny Boot), the clown leading the way, has no idea how to get there. Over 50 minutes, he cycles through meditation, Shakespeare, music, inspirational speeches, rituals and audience interaction, repeatedly dying and starting again in the hope that one of them will finally unlock enlightenment. It is an appealing concept for a clown show, one that sets out to find comedy in the gap between spirituality and human fallibility.

There are some good ideas here, and Boot is an engaging presence, particularly when he interacts with the audience and improvises around their responses. There is a genuine playfulness in the exchanges with the audience, and these moments make the clown feel most alive. But the pursuit of nirvana felt progressively disjointed, with the various attempts of transcendence rarely forming a clear progression. I found myself wanting to know how each new exercise was moving us closer to the promised state of being, but was left wondering where we were actually headed. The show has plenty of material to play with, but it needs a tighter structure to make those disparate pieces feel like part of the same journey.