Marlborough Theatre, Princes Street, Brighton June 2017
McLuckie’s outstanding talent shines brightly at the Brighton Fringe. This big Scot is a difficult man to pigeon hole. A sharp, biting wit with a surgical ear and eye to the vagaries of speech patterns from characters that stay in the Glasgow high flats to the Hollywood Hills. (Personal favourite was the malevolent assassin of Marilyn Monroe and Maria Callas).
At times absurd and very camp yet a split the room ditty about incest may not be every one’s cup of tea. As I said he is hard to pin down and describe. He is a poet, singer, political observer and an extraordinary performer. Wrapping his long, tall person round clearly observed and defined characters with so much energy you yearn for him to have a larger space so that us in the audience can sit further away to really appreciate the detailed depth of his writing and performance. I laughed so hard at his story about being gay in Paisley and going with a straight guy in the Littlewoods toilet that I gave myself whiplash.
Do fasten your seatbelts for the story about how Judy Garland was able to reach those notes with the added bonus of a delicious Bette Davis impersonation.
Both entertaining and searing work makes for a bumpy night but you are in the hands of an exceptional artist, so enjoy the ride.
Reviewed by Oscar Ciros