And then what can only be described as beautiful chaos descends. Monopoly as you have never imagined it unfolds.
As Top Hats and Stuffed Dogs are thrown around the room, immersive theatre has never been as joyous or as gently inclusive. There is no resisting the power of the game.
Absolute Monopoly as opposed to regular Monopoly draws you in to play along rather than feeling like you’ve been handed a sentence for some undisclosed crime. No matter how much you might wish to resist it, you’ll be sitting there passing Monopoly tokens around your fellow audience members and roaring with laughter.
It’s not often that a review can name a show as “bewilderingly silly” and mean it as a compliment – but that moment has arrived.
Benjamin Alborough presides over the madness with a bamboozled Mephistophelian charm, slyly keeping the plates spinning while simultaneously delighting in every time they clatter to the ground.
If you are looking for meaning amidst the chaos, good luck to you! If you want to emerge laughing and wondering what the hell you just experienced, then Absolute Monopoly is the Fringe show for you!
Chaotic, giddy, and even, at times, wilfully shambolic, there probably isn’t such a stupidly enjoyable show on the Fringe or one that pulls its audience together with such sleight of hand. Madness or genius? You decide!