Does the Russian meteor make the backyard blue-cheese "asteroid" in A Night to Dismember easier to swallow? Er, no. But the impossible details and silly similes make this one-man, shaggy-dog story a lot of fun.
In character as a clueless teenager, clever Aussie language wrangler Wil Greenway tells us of his craving for grapes - they "get better and better and better, like seasons of The Wire" - and the benefits of having his arms chewed off by sharks ("I met a pretty girl and I didn't have clammy hands!").
He ramps up the "eww gross" factor and gets away with it with a mix of likeability and ridiculousness - rotting flesh on a man's legs is described as "falling like vomit" and someone's throat "split[s] open like a birthday card".
Light, slight and gleefully immature - a good way to start a fun drunken night in town.
More substantial, Black Faggot is a high-energy, feelgood two-hander by New Zealand playwright Victor Rodger.
