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John Gordillo: Divide & Conga
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John Gordillo has promoted himself as a middle-class, respectable intellectual during his numerous years in comedy - and now he reveals his true self. Gordillo performs with a remarkable honesty and a heart-rendering, passionate intensity whilst discussing his relationship with his difficult Spanish father.
Gordillo’s mother died when he was three, leaving him to be brought up by his unashamedly fanatical Marxist dad and his paternal grandmother. His father’s political beliefs and fast temper impacted heavily on Gordillo’s childhood, forged his belief systems and influenced the way he interacts with his own son. It has led him to be intensely non-partisan, always looking for the other side’s point of view.
This is a soul laid bare on stage and yet at no point does it feel self-pitying, indulgent or like a therapy session. The extreme views and behaviours of a stringent sociallist develop into comedy gold as Gordillo impersonates his dad stirring revolution in a Post Office, screaming ‘warpath for the working class’ at a clerk for closing a service window.
Gordillo Sr laments constantly about the struggles of living under Franco’s fascist dictatorship and is fast to liken anyone following ‘the system’ to Hitler, which presents his son with some hilarious material on Adolph's career choices after the war, driving a number 47 bus or working in a TV repair shop.
Gordillo is intrigued by the reasoning behind his father’s extremism and the topic becomes more global as he struggles to comprehend political, religious and emotional fundamentalism.
The laughs come thick and fast despite the emotive subject – and it’s not all Nazis and Marxists. The political musings are placed on hold while Gordillo slams free range farming, school nativities and Zippo’s circus. It is when he recounts his miserable day at the circus that he displays some of his father’s temper. So incensed is he by the woeful offerings of chubby acrobats and stumpy horses he is compelled to take notes, which he kindly recites to the audience tonight.
The fury and laughs just keep building as the descriptive metaphors for this joyless day out become more and more poetic and hateful, ‘the plague with juggling’, ‘travelling discharge’. The venom is surprising but balanced and Gordillo manages to squeeze some massive laughs from some obvious but untapped observations.
It is impossible to describe the concluding section without doing it a disservice. He warns the crowd that it will not be funny, and it’s not. It is a highly charged, beautifully written piece of theatre and yet absolutely belongs in this comedy show. It is moving, inspiring and important and something that everyone should make a point of seeing.
Gordillo is an inspiration, a consummate performer with an amazing talent, passion and intellect. If you are after cheap, silly laughs avoid this, but if you want intelligent, moving comedy with a point, then you cannot afford to miss it.
Reviewed by: Corry Shaw
For me John Gordillo was the highlight of this year's Fringe. I saw him last year as part of the Free Fringe never having heard of him. This year I paid and was rewarded with a powerful, very funny, unsettling and memorable show. John Gordillo is prepared to take comedy beyond even today's boundaries. Was it comedy? Yes. Was it funny? Yes. But it was much more. John has taken a big risk comparing his dad's Marxism to Naziism: it's a not a comparison I can accept and the parallels are full of giant holes but John Gordillo is not afraid to try them out publicly- and at a comedy venue! Like many of the audience, I'm sure, I would love to meet his dad. ¡No pasarán amigo!
I really loved the first fifty minutes or so - and really loved it - but I must disagree with the reviewer's comment that the conclusion "belongs" in it. I felt that it was a plodding statement of the obvious (Ooh gosh people's politics may reflect their character) that George Orwell would have put much better in a single paragraph. It was sixth-form clever-clever stuff, and for me it took the edge off a show that I would otherwise have given top marks to. More to the point, it was completely unnecessary, since that theme was implicit in the wonderful fifty minutes preceding.
Seen Mr Gordillo a coupla times and I've always enjoyed it - but last night was a revelation. Hard-hitting, sincere, hilarious, even - sorry - poetic. Miss him at your peril.