Published: Beat Magazine: Interview
Fatboy (Interview with Daniel Frederiksen)
“Motherfuck!” is the first word spoken in the award-winning John Clancy play, Fatboy, which sets the tone for a show described as “grosteque”, “profane” and “shocking”, quite nicely. Fatboy debuted at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival in 2004, won the Fringe First Award that year, and has since then garnered a number of glowing reviews. This time around, presented by Melbourne-based Red Stitch Theatre company, the play is directed by Marcelle Schmitz and stars Daniel Frederiksen (Stingers, Bastard Boys, Ghost Rider) as Fatboy.
To play Fatboy, Frederiksen dons a fat-suit, swears and sweats a lot, and in certain parts of the play can also be seen eating furniture. He portrays a destructive, dark character that “represents greed and everything that is selfish, self-serving and negative about the world.” Read more
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