All of life can be found on the beach. And it’s ripe for humour. At least, that’s the idea behind this devised piece from 38 Buried Roses, a company formed from the European Theatre Arts course at Rose Bruford College of Theatre & Performance.
As their first show following graduation, Beach Party is fine. The 14-strong ensemble, who we first encounter in swimwear on towels on the floor, clearly relish the stereotypes they’re sending up. We get ‘lads on tour’, a gaggle of old ladies and a selfie-happy couple.
Filtered through an array of theatrical styles, there’s no narrative as such, just fragments of comedy that send up the sunscreen-slathered types who sigh, sweat or bumble across the stage, to a backing of guitars and a violin played by cast members.
It’s as slick and shiny as a beach ball, but also as empty as one, coming across less as a thought-out piece and more as an excuse for a bunch of talented actors to show what they can do. The character sketches are funny but forgettable.
The show bounces harmlessly and weightlessly along – an experiment in comic form and aesthetic that kicks a few cool ideas around and has fun along the way. But even at half an hour in length, this creative muscle flexing feels drawn out.
Beach Party is still a work in progress and will undoubtedly change and grow. Right now, though, what’s on stage feels like a riff in search of a song. And a slightly self-satisfied one at that.