Edinburgh Fringe Festival 2018: Dylan Moran's 'Dr Cosmos' is a manual for life in 2018
He's punch-drunk, pissed off and sick of it all, but determined to at least wring as much black humour out of proceedings
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Your support makes all the difference.Dylan Moran hasn’t so much stopped drinking as taken a holiday from it; he knows he may well start again, but the time felt right for a healthy leave of absence.
He is, after all, a 46-year-old man who can vividly describe the way his body is collapsing into ruin, even as his muscle memory seems to have forgotten the very concept of flirtatious body language. “You’re not sex person…” it apparently dawned when someone recently made a move on him. “Sex person is at home. Don’t try to fool me!”
Playing a wreck of a man before his time is a trick which – and no offence intended – sits well with the Black Books creator, given that his stock-in-trade is as a kind of Renaissance curmudgeon.
In this shortened preview version of his upcoming national tour, he plays both sides; grumbling about millennials who follow their dreams and then have to move back in with their parents when those dreams don’t work out. Although his heavily stoked ire – “Of course I think you’re a failure!” – is somewhat in character, and disguises the fact he’s empathising with a younger generation that has to put up with old grouches like him.
He stumbles into material on Trump and the state of the world almost as though he’s trying to avoid it but can’t help himself (he knows exactly what he’s doing, of course). And it’s when Moran embraces wider topics that the brilliance of his supposedly off-the-cuff bewilderment really hits home.
Punch-drunk, pissed off and sick of it all, but determined to at least wring as much black humour out of proceedings as he can, Dr Cosmos has written a manual for life in 2018.
Assembly Hall, until Saturday 25 August; Gilded Balloon Rose Theatre, until Sunday 26 August. Tickets here.
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