The wonderfully unpredictable narrative zig-zags around the expected trajectories of a love story and finds time for a surreal excursion into the weird world of Freddie Mercury. Along the way we are treated to bawdy humour, enchanting music, and some sharp analysis of the unpleasant options available to Third World nations.
The four-person ensemble takes on multiple roles and David Ward's brilliant one-man-band is cheerfully assisted by a tribe of monkeys.
Jacob Rajan establishes a commanding presence as he flits between half a dozen clearly drawn characters. Julia Croft displays great puppetry skills and a fine singing voice as she nails the narcissism of an American tourist.
Nisha Madhan captures the anguish of a woman torn between following her head or her heart, while James Roque anchors the show with an appealing portrait of a well-meaning everyman.
It is a bit of a stretch to compare Indian Ink with Emirates Team New Zealand, but in their own ways both embody qualities that make us proud to be Kiwis: a down-to earth practicality, global ambitions, boundless optimism and a deep appreciation of the power of co-operative effort.
Review
What: Kiss the Fish
Where and when: Q Theatre until October 5