Oliver Cowen is a sweet, strange boy is excited to bring his unique blend of clown, sketch, mime and subtle anarchy to the marvelous people of Melbourne. He’s got the general air of someone who knows what he’s doing, but paired with the general anxiety of someone who has too many very specific props, and is incredibly bad at making puns but relentlessly persists anyway. It’s hard to look away as this hairy, bulbous boy throws his sweaty bod at mime walls.