The Fringe is no stranger to sketch groups, a multitude of men and women proving their worth with a collection of tidbits for the purpose of fulfilling our desire for variety. Unfortunately Irish trio Foil, Arms and Hog indulge themselves too much and neglect this fundamental need of the audience.
There is no shortage of charisma, and the show itself is solid and competent, but sadly the group rely too much on personality and charm to get them through. The need for smart and engaging writing is instead replaced by longwinded sketches which often lose their way. It becomes easy to lose track of the jokes altogether and without coherence, there is little to hold on to.
As such, the show lacks distinction and very few characters stand out as memorable. Although the plays on Irish stereotypes are generally funny, they also seem outdated (yes, there is indeed a Ryanair song). They reflect poorly on an otherwise youthful and energetic trio, creating an unfortunate disconnection between them and their material.
It is frustrating to see their capabilities become so lost as there is chemistry and potential in abundance. While there is an obvious joy in watching three friends relish what they’re doing, Foil, Arms and Hog are an eager and ambitious trio who need to focus this amiable confidence into punchier, riskier sketches to ensure their skill is properly represented.