This is not a comedy show! Not at all. Not one lick. This is Jon Walpole’s departure from comedy into completely serious, no-nonsense art. In fact, just like the majestic butterfly, Walpole’s awkward comedy caterpillar days are behind him. This show marks his descent into a sophisticated career in the performative arts. Like any completely serious, no-nonsense art show, Walpole begins by outlining the proceedings of the evening’s entertainment, including such important moments as: analysing psychological practices; realising the monster you are; taking a moment to separate from the character and be real for a moment; and getting naked to paint yourself. (Don’t worry, the pants stay on.) This is a show full of meta forces and anal orgies. Wait, sorry: metaphors and analogies. In truth, you are just a prop in Walpole’s world. You may see a side of yourself you’re not ready to, right before sound tech James takes his government mandated lunch break… at 8:20pm. Butterfly is filled with social commentary, eccentric philosophy, and definitely no sketch, character or awkward comedy. And no satire. At all. Absolutely none. Because this is a show for the sophisticated art loving audience, not fans of classic, sarcastic, Australian comedians. Honest.