Edinburgh Fringe 2026
Low Down
Fifty minutes in the company of Jojo Feind … “Convinced his time has come, Jojo invites you to the funniest funeral: his own! Through chaotic conversations with family, friends and therapists, join him on this journey of what it means to die – and most importantly, what it means to live. This dark comedy was originally written for writer-performer Jonas Feind’s thesis on the use of playwriting as therapy. It features the voices of many creatives you probably share mutuals with on Instagram and is perfect for fans of comedy, pop culture references and the exploration of mental health.”
Review
In this well crafted monologue authored by the performer, Jonas Feind invites us to his funeral, offering a eulogy that successfully penetrates its self-inquiry and becomes a wider exploration of angst, delivered raw and is rooted in brutally funny honesty, wise observation and swings between hinged self-knowledge and off-the-rails worry about mortality, that “Moment” when we are no longer here. Could the end happen at any moment or is it decades in the future?
Do you imagine your impending demise, do you vision a world without you? These are the ongoing intruding feelings and anxieties that are iconic Woody Allen but can also be found in the Everyperson, and that makes this show so relatable. Jojo is a bit of each and every one of us, whether we admit it or not.
There’s some neat and understated physicality here, plenty of audience laughter and appreciation of the mock lightness in what is dark and challenging material. It’s a great script.
Our host has finality-angst, delivering at often breakneck speed – the speed of staring over the precipice with a clock ticking ambiguously and menacingly. This is cleverly done because the intruding thoughts at the heart of what can be a mental health crisis lie beyond our control. We cannot shut them out with ease.
Jojo presents an old soul in a younger body, role playing wisdom yet full of a kind of teenage-like angst. The show is filled to almost-bursting with darkly comic quips, I say almost because occasionally silences allow the darker moments to properly land.
Overall this is an hour of delightfully dark solo comedy with assured delivery.
There is scope to finesse the character acting and the recorded voiceover also needs tightening in terms of timing.
The angst that forms the foundation to the show is authentically portrayed, the hypochondria is a dance of eloquent language. Deeper elements pose profound questions. What if our fears of the worst are not paranoia but genuine, unwelcome prophecy? Is life a to-do list? Are our bucket lists based on a hole in that very bucket?
Funny, witty, often profound, this is a hidden gem on the Fringe. Do go fill those seats.
