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Am I Losing My Mind Or Just My Figure? Review: Powerful Solo Theatre with Heart and Humanity

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BOXEUR – Dundee Fringe 2026

★★★★★ Before the narrative settles, before the politics sharpen, before the audience fully understands what it’s being asked to witness, Stefano Pietro Detassis is already skipping, already boxing, already pushing his lungs to the edge while delivering lines with absolute clarity. Anyone who has ever sparred — even lightly — knows how quickly breath becomes unruly, how speech collapses under exertion. Detassis keeps control. It’s not a trick; it’s a statement. The body is part of the story, and he tells it without compromise.

Plot Summary

The piece (written by Maura Pettorruso and translated by Stefano Pradel) follows two immigrant boxers in France on the eve of the Second World War. Eugenio, an Italian socialist worker fleeing Fascism, and Victor, a Tunisian Jewish man fleeing poverty, arrive in Paris hoping to carve out better futures. A boxing match is scheduled — the moment their paths are meant to cross — but war postpones it indefinitely. As Europe fractures, their personal ambitions are overtaken by the political violence around them. Eugenio becomes a worker‑boxer fighting for exploited labourers; Victor becomes a symbol of resistance against Nazi‑fascism. Their private hopes also represent a collective struggle for dignity, identity and survival.

The Performance

Stefano Pietro Detassis

Detassis carries the entire production, and he does so with a physical intensity that never feels ornamental. The skipping, the footwork, the bursts of movement — they’re not flourishes. They’re the pulse of the show. He speaks through exertion, and the exertion becomes part of the meaning. Breath is political here: who gets to breathe freely, who doesn’t, who has to fight for the right to exist.

The set is deliberately sparse: a chair, a clothes stand, and a reflex punch bag — the freestanding kind mounted on a flexible pole, the type that swings back at you when struck. That minimalism forces the focus onto the performer. No visual distractions, no scenic cushioning. Music is used sparingly but effectively, shaping mood without dictating it.

Whether the absence of visual projections is a creative choice or a limitation is open to debate. On one hand, the starkness suits the piece: two men stripped of nation, home, safety, reduced to their bodies and their will. On the other, a shifting visual backdrop — archival imagery, abstract projections, even simple colour washes — could have deepened the sense of historical pressure. There’s an argument both ways. For me, the minimalism worked, but I could see how a more dynamic visual language might have expanded the emotional palette.

Themes and Resonance

At its core, Boxeur is about choices — the ones forced upon you, the ones you make anyway, and the ones you refuse to surrender. Boxing becomes a metaphor for life, not in the clichéd sense of “fighting spirit,” but in the way the show frames endurance, breath, stance, and refusal. You keep your guard up. You take hits. You decide when to strike. You decide when not to bow your head.

There’s a moment where Detassis describes the local fascists: petty, middle‑class, petit bourgeois bullies who “had always been bastards like that,” looking down on others while hiding behind ideology. It’s delivered with a sharp comic edge, and the follow‑up — knocking one of their teeth out so they can no longer pronounce Duce properly — is a brilliant piece of antifascist humour. It lands because it’s rooted in character, not caricature.

The comedy throughout is well‑judged. It doesn’t soften the politics; it sharpens them. Laughter becomes another form of resistance, another way of refusing to be cowed.

Conclusion

Boxeur is a disciplined, urgent, and deeply human piece of theatre. Detassis’ ability to merge physical exertion with narrative clarity is genuinely impressive, and the production’s political spine is unmistakable without ever becoming didactic. The minimal staging keeps the focus where it belongs: on the performer, on the story, on the breath.

Pequod Compagnia have brought a work to Dundee Fringe that understands the past not as a distant archive but as a living pressure. It asks what you believe, yes — but more importantly, it asks what you will refuse to give in to.

A powerful, lean, and resonant hour of theatre.

By Patrick Harrington

Performances on 17th and 18th of September 2026 available at the Little Theatre. Find out more about the Dundee Fringe 11-20 September

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The Last Bantam: A Powerful Revival of Ireland’s Forgotten WWI Soldiers

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★★★★★ To a background of constant shelling noises, we meet Patrick Michael Wolfe, a corporal in the 15th Bantam Battalion of the Notts and Derby Regiment of the British Army. Patrick wasn’t conscripted; he volunteered – at first in his hometown of Dublin, and then in England – but rejected as he didn’t meet the minimum 5ft 3in height requirement.

In Derby, however, he enlisted in the Bantam Battalion. He didn’t join up for the money. Patrick signed up to get Home Rule for Ireland. His comrade, Belfast Billy, a shipyard man joined up to stop it as he thought Home Rule for Ireland meant Rome Rule. Billy, Patrick recalls, was a brave man, the best sergeant he ever had. Despite their political differences, they forged a true comradeship in the trenches of the Western Front.

Michael Hughes, the writer and performer of this powerful play, unearths the hidden history of the forgotten soldiers of the First World War, men who were from five feet tall to those who were five feet, three inches in height. His character tells the story of how they were treated by friend and foe alike; they were given cast-off Boer War or Post Office blue uniforms, issued with ill-fitting boots, catcalled in the street and mocked and jeered as ‘petit soldat’ by the French.

Patrick brings home the grim reality of life and death in the trenches of the Western Front, constant shelling, German snipers, gas attacks, scouting raids, hand-to-hand combat, and his spell in hospital after suffering a wound where he witnesses men go into the operating theatre with two legs coming out with one, none or not coming out at all. The attrition grinds down the battalion. Of the thousand men who joined, only Patrick is left, so the numbers were replenished by men of regular height as most shorter men were unfit for service.

Patrick felt a keen sense of betrayal when news broke of the ‘rebellion in Dublin two years ago in Easter 1916’ – what we know today as the ‘Easter Rising’ – when ‘rebels with German rifles’ declared a Republic. ‘Why,’ he wanted to know, ‘were’t they here with us?’  Dublin was in flames. ‘Our lads fought the rebels and formed firing squads to shoot the ringleaders.’ Wistfully, he says, ‘I wish I didn’t know that.’

The Last Bantam brings home to a modern audience the brutal reality of trench warfare, the survival skills necessary, and the camaraderie that emerges between the men in the middle of the blood and the mud and the constant shelling. It puts a spotlight on the often-contradictory motivations of the men who served, especially those from Ireland.

History has been kind to the Dublin insurrections of 1916 and the Ulstermen of the 36th (Ulster) Division. Not so, the tens of thousands of Irishmen who served in the British Army in that conflict. Until recently, they were regarded at best as a national embarrassment. This play will help redress the balance. It deserves a wider audience.

Reviewed by David Kerr

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A Gay Masseur’s Guide to Happy Endings: Austin Jennings Boykin Takes Centre Stage

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Gag Writer: A Five‑Star Showcase of Wit, Warmth and Total Command

 

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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Melissa Todd has lived a life that most people couldn’t make up, and Gag Writer turns that life into a lively hour. She’s warm, funny, and very good at pulling a room along with her.

It’s not the show I thought I was walking into, I’ll admit. I expected more exploration of the psychology of clients, the why behind the fantasies. Those moments are there and they’re genuinely intriguing, but they surface briefly before the next anecdote takes over.

Still, the audience was with her from start to finish. She has that easy rapport and never forces the laugh. One reenacted story with an unexpectedly talented audience volunteer, had the room in stitches. Beneath the humor, there’s a consistent theme about trust, honesty, and negotiated boundaries, which gives the show some grounding. It hints at what wider society might learn from the bdsm world.

The history snippets are a welcome texture too. I was intrigued by her account of how she entered the world of kink and her early interest in spanking and initiation as she herself was spanked at a Soho shop selling magazines devoted to that subject.

If I have a reservation, it’s only that I wanted more, more depth, not because what was there wasn’t good, it was, but because the deeper threads were so compelling. I loved here explanation of why some people craved pain, for example. That’s a critique born of interest rather than disappointment.

Gag Writer is funny, engaging, and refreshingly non-judgmental. It earns its audience and leaves you thinking after the laughs.

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Blip Blarp: An Alien Love Story Lands at the Fringe

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The fringe is often at its best when it throws you something you weren’t expecting, and Blip Blarp: An Alien Love Story does exactly that. Alicia Queen’s solo show is an inventive blend of physical theatre, clowning, dance, burlesque and multimedia that manages to be very funny while also exploring some very human feelings.

The set-up is delightfully absurd. Blip Blarp lands on Earth intending to conquer it by producing a thousand offspring, only to find that modern dating is far tougher than intergalactic conquest. What follows is a comic but unexpectedly touching scramble for love, acceptance, and connection.

One of the production’s greatest strengths is its imaginative use of technology, which creates a convincing sense of interaction beyond the solo performer. Queen’s physical performance is outstanding, comic, graceful, and unashamedly sensual when the story calls for it. I loved the music too!

There’s room for the humour to stretch into stranger or sharper territory, given how bold the premise already is.  Much of the humour has a deliberately dry edge, which suits the character, but a broader range of comic styles could widen its appeal. The audience when I attended was smaller than the show deserved, but this is one that warrants a much bigger crowd.

Cleverly conceived, technically inventive and anchored by a terrific central performance, Blip Blarp is bold and quintessentially Fringe.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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