Note: This review is from the 2019 Fringe

It’s nearing midnight and tarot cards hang above the stage. Stevie Wonder‘s timeless classic ‘Superstition‘ sets the tone as the crowd piles into the Pleasance Attic. Suddenly, the music dies down, and the sketch trio of Tarot burst in the door kitted up in white dressing gowns, pouring salt in a circle around the stage, and carrying an ancient scroll of grave consequence. What madness will come in the next hour is unknown to both the performers and the audience.

Without giving away too many details, the show contains a series of skits revolving around ideas of the occult. Although a total of nine skits can be chosen, unfortunately time only permits a few.

The sketches themselves vary in their use of punchlines. Whilst some look for physical comedy or absurd situations, others use misdirection, and can often be ‘slow burns’. This strategy keeps the audience engaged, and on their toes, unsure of where this is all going.  The audience also participate in the selection of the next skit, which creates a collective feeling in developing the show and the actors play well off each other and the audience, continuously breaking the fourth-wall during their performances. Although some might find this off-putting, others will appreciate this informal hour of entertainment.

Somehow, through the mayhem, the show ends with a well built finale. This leaves the audience even more impressed with the Tarot trio’s ability to move along the show, have fun, and tie a bow on an hour of vintage skit comedy.