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Venue:The Pear Tree, 38 West Nicolson Street Edinburgh EH8 9DD
Phone: 0131 667 7533
Links: Click Here for venue details, Click here for map
Ticket Prices: Free  
Room: Pear Tree Indoor Stage
AUG 21-25 at 12:15 (60 min)
AUG 2-13, 15-20, 26 at 14:45 (60 min)
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Following on from the critically acclaimed and award nominated debut solo hour ‘Olaf Falafel and The Cheese Of Truth’ and the critically wounded second show 'Olaf Falafel Presents The Marmosets Of My Mind' comes a third hour of surreal jokes, audience participation and the very loosest of themes. You will laugh, you will be confused, you will enjoy most of it.

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August 18, 2018  Edinburgh Festivals Magazine
If you are/were a fan of The Mighty Boosh, you might find Olaf Falafel a little bit derivate, or you might be really into his act.

He has the Boosh’s random and sometimes twee humour, a similar range of fashion and pop culture references, and the voice he adopts for the show sounds a lot like one of Noel Fielding’s regularly deployed Boosh voices.

The first half of Mr Falafel’s show is a truly random whirlwind of quirky analogies, cute imagery, and unexpected one liners. Dolphins, biscuits, and bottle openers are the main focus. It’s the weaker half of the show, but little do the audience realise that Falafel is setting down joke-traps that will spring up later.

In the second half things get more interesting. As well as adding sharp points to an impressive number of seemingly pointless first act jokes and lines, Falafel makes various moves to deconstruct and expand his performance. There’s one golden moment in which he deliberately lets a joke fail, then drops his booming, cartoonish voice for a disappointed grumble in his real, rather ordinary voice. At another point, Falafel allows the projector screen he has been using as a subtle aid to take over the show, and suddenly the audience find themselves in conversation with a friendly Indian shopkeeper.

There are silly childish moments in the show, and there are wiser adult moments. But predominantly there’s a lot of zany teenager: surreal randomness which, at its peaks of genius, no ordinary adult can hit, but in its valleys feels a bit too forced. Click Here

August 16, 2018  Beyond the Joke
Sometimes you just need a stupid, silly show. Something to get you through the soggy, grey dog days of the Edinburgh Fringe. In which case Olaf Falafel's There's No i In Idiot is just the thing. There is nothing about dead dads, nothing about Trump, nothing about #metoo. Unless his fanciful story about his life being saved by benevolent dolphins is some kind of elaborate metaphor for the world today.

Falafel's show covers pretty much all bases when it comes to comic absurdity. His hour is packed with visual gags onscreen, callbacks, puns – he may be Swedish but, of course, he speaks English better than most Brits – and a touch of audience participation. In fact to say it is stupid and silly does not really do it justice. It is extremely well-crafted and jokes that seem self-contained gradually slot together to build to a bigger laugh.

There is more than a hint of Harry Hill to Falafel's intentionally repetitive delivery and some of the playful routines could come from the famously big collared entertainer too – the idea that you can tell someone's personality by the biscuits they like, for example, or the running gag about apt funerals of people from different professions. Occasionally an old gag slips in – the dissection of the lyrics to Do They Know It's Christmas? was an overworked stand-up trope three decades ago – but this is a small quibble. Falafel has an inventive mind that constantly surprises and tickles you.

This is a gloriously goofy show from a comic fizzing with verbal and visual ideas. But it would be best not to give any more of his surprises away. As for the finale which requires summoning up the spirit of the ghost of Robert Smith (and no, the Cure singer isn't dead), you'll just have to go to see that for yourself. Click Here

August 13, 2018  The List
Unique logic takes us on a silly journey.

At first, an Olaf Falafel show appears as random as a bag of Revels whose contents have been entirely replaced by parsnips. But in amongst the daftness somehow a semblance of sense and structure begins to emerge, albeit that which adheres to a uniquely Falafel kind of logic involving dolphins, tiny Mexican waves and The Cure's Robert Smith. There can't be many shows at this year's Fringe more loveably idiotic than this. Even Falafel's version of that stand-up staple opener of comedically pointing out what you look like is far more inventive than most.

Among the ridiculous and surreal ideas is Jenga with old people, a series of silly funerals and throughout Falafel returns to Biscuitology, where he tells your fortune by what biscuit you favour. But frankly, that makes as much sense as personality traits based on what time of the year you were born.

There's plenty of skill in evidence though as well as a love of the English language – his second of course, him being Swedish – within his myriad of one-liners, plays on words and puns aplenty. The childlike joy of this middle-aged Scandinavian builds to an equally nonsensical climax topping off his hour of silly. Click Here

August 4, 2018  Chortle
Two sorts of Vines are key to explaining Olaf Falafel. The first Vine is the now-defunct six-second video platform on which he became something of a social media star. The second Vine is Tim, whose world of childish stupidity and gleeful ‘dad jokes, the Swede happily shares.

He has puns galore – you can guarantee he’ll be on every ‘joke of the Fringe’ list going – jingles, props and daft bits of audience interaction of a very non-threatening kind. ‘A lot of comedians are afraid of bad jokes,’ he says, but Falafel leans into them.

Falafel is not, however as manically cheesy as Vine. He’s friendly, but with a certain Scandinavian aloofness that treats his idiocy seriously.

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