In a generously artistic world, this show could be described as word-vomit absurdism, being about two pigs hijacking a plane and becoming flight attendants.
Leaning on a somewhat flimsy climate catastrophe metaphor, the performance attempts to criticise the worst offenders of air travel over consumption, (but only in so far as damning Jeff Bezos in the opening five minutes) before anarchy ensues and any resemblance of a plot goes out of the window. This opening also includes an extensive trigger warning for scenes of a sexual nature, violence, strobe lighting, strong language, alcohol use, and nudity, most of which occur simultaneously. Making little sense? Get comfortable, as the show only becomes more nonsensical as you travel.
Be that as it may, the performers hurl themselves around the stage with incredible stamina and strength, undressing, wrestling, and eventually covering one another in baby oil to throw themselves down the emergency exit inflatable slide for the grand finale.
For such an unconventional show, the energised mayhem of the ‘pigs’ turns what could be a catastrophic mishap into an amusingly absurd hour that will leave you questioning the parameters of entertainment and what on earth you just witnessed.
Pigs Fly Easy Ryan, Underbelly Cowgate, until 24 Aug (not 11, 18), 8.10pm