Marcus Willis’ grandparents are well respected and hard working farming people. Marcus himself is awful: a millennial brat, scheming and lying behind people’s backs.
After Willis’ grandfather passes away, he finds his deceased relative's diaries. Keen to know more about this man and his life, he has the diaries translated to the modern day by hiring someone from freelancer.com to update the formatting.
Perjagulant is built around comparing Willis' life to his grandfather's. There are some good moments, such as an incredibly relatable routine on iPhone addiction, and the audience giggle as we realise Willis has organised his apps by colour gradient. As he switches between farming diaries and apps he makes some poignant points about how we record our lives in different ways – yet the similarities remain.
The show is let down by a stilted performance and an under-testing of material. Not everything works; the script is underdeveloped and the show needs direction. The poems Willis reads, for example, stop the flow of the narrative and the form feels an odd fit within the cross-generational story.
It's a shame because Willis has hit on something here, but the delivery needs a little work.