Fringe review: PULL MY GOLDFINGER, Just The Tonic Legends

Pull My Goldfinger is a wild and wonderfully absurd dive into the world of James Bond—or at least, a version of it... From the moment the show begins, we're transported back to the stone age, greeted by visceral animal sounds before the performer emerges in his most primal form, completely naked. The first ten minutes pass with barely a word spoken, proving that body language truly accounts for 80% of communication—and we get plenty of Carlos Sandin's body to make that point.

Sandin, in his Fringe debut with this original work, commands the stage like a seasoned veteran. His ability to communicate solely through movement and expression is nothing short of impressive. He effortlessly shifts between serious and clownish moments, making this comedy a treat for lovers of physical theatre. While the show may not be for everyone, those who appreciate the art of physical comedy will feel right at home.

The absurdity of the performance is highlighted by moments when Sandin interacts with the audience, throwing in James Bond-esque dodges and then humorously pulling us back into the narrative with a casual "OK, you've had your fun, now let's go back to the story." His flexibility with the audience's reactions, combined with his unwaivering confidence, cements him as a master of his craft. The driving sequence and the fight-slash-love scene with a shark are particular standouts, showcasing his skill and creativity.

The Artaudian influences are palpable, as Sandin's performance chokes you with absurdity until you finally surrender to the madness. By the end, you might find yourself questioning what you've just witnessed, but that's precisely the point.

Pull My Goldfinger is a brilliantly executed piece of physical theatre that leaves a lasting impression, whether you're a die-hard fan of the genre or just along for the ride.

**** Four stars

Reviewed by: Beatriz Do O