A new theatre company dedicated to farce and previously undiscovered
ATE CAKE is all Henry Bell’s fault. Back in 2006 he was
directing the Philipe Mecredi translation of George Feydeau’s
“A Flea in her Ear” – at this point he realised that
farce was not only a great way to make people laugh, but also a splendid
audience leveller. ‘You can’t be pretentious with a
farce’ he thought, ‘otherwise people don’t
laugh – and you look like a tit.’
Fast forward two years and Henry stumbled across countless one act Victorian
farces. Some of them were a steaming pile of nonsense but a lot of them
were tremendous fun. They were also written at the last moment in British
theatre when characters and actors spoke, played with, and occasionally
tickled the audience - a few years later those bloody Scandinavians
convinced us to put up a fourth wall.
Mr Bell persuaded Mr Sheader of Regent’s Park Theatre to let him
use his rehearsal space for two weeks to workshop actors, ideas and
lots of one act farce. Here the DOG ATE CAKE Company
was born and the core of the company remains the same from those two
weeks spent in the park.
Using new found farcical techniques, hitherto unknown to theatre makers,
DOG ATE CAKE rehearsed secretly in a small room on
Eel Pie Island (where the Mystery Jets recorded their first album.)
They eventually found a home at the Canal Cafe Theatre where they performed
two farces in February and March 2008.
alcohol and tapeworms led to a yearlong sabbatical which is soon to
be broken with two new Victorian farces to be performed in April and
ATE CAKE is enjoying life at the Canal Cafe Theatre. However,
like pointer dogs chasing a pheasant across a dew laden field, we have
our noses aimed forward and eyes set to the future. Using our continued
exploration in Little Venice we aim to compile a double bill extravaganza
to put on an extended run in London and across the UK.
Also, we are sniffing out the silliest and most obscure festivals where
we can ply our foolish trade. If you are one of these festivals, get
in touch and we will merrily hump your leg.
Even further ahead we want to kick-start a new generation of farce writers
- if you are that way inclined, please come to our next show and we’ll
give you a biscuit. Woof, woof.
You can always
contact DOG ATE CAKE at: firstname.lastname@example.org
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Daguerreotype Photograph of "How Stout You're Getting"
Mark Starr, a Boxing Glove and Richard Hollis' unplumpified body.]