Adelaide Fringe Review 2014 – Pretty Peepers

 

Before seeing Pretty Peepers, it is worthwhile knowing a little bit about the history of the Theatre of the Absurd, and in particular the Surrealist manifestations such as the conceptual Theatre of Cruelty by Artonin Artaud where the intent is visceral physical impact upon the audiences sensibilities, where the body is a canvas for transcendence in performance.

If this seems like too much artistic wankery for your stomach, then a dose of mind-altering chemicals is your other option prior to setting foot in the Peacock Performance Tent and subjecting yourself to the cabaret apocalypse of Kira Carden, Glitta Supernova and Betty Grumble.

 

The first act I can only describe as Janus-headed Disco Mouseketeer Chorus Line Terrorism.  Go on, let your imagination go crazy – it would still not be on the money.

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This was followed by a distinctly bedlamesque prose reminiscent of the most heavily medicated nursing home residents having a psychotic reaction, and don’t-you-know-the-nurses-are-stealing-my-money.

 

A sexy-school girl incarnated with feminine smiling Robin Gibb impersonating Zhu Bajie performed a highly political burlesque number that demonstrates why the Rudd-government alcopop tax achieved very little public health outcomes.

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A Lolita-cross-Raggedy Ann then stripped down to barest black essentials and delivered a scorching hot hula hoop routine that mixed hot sass and contortionist stretches, that I’m sure also had an important socio-political commentary, but I was a little too captivated to jot anything down.

 

We also got a delightful home movie about an aspiring pornographic actress with a Watership Down fetish demonstrating root vegetable fellating and other highly popular German acts guaranteed to stick a carotenous product up the conservative Family First fundament.

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There was more hulahoops by swamp things, exhibitionist carnivorous vegetation, funky fecophilia-driven footwork and creative use of porterhouse steaks in an Avon-lady curated vaginal monologue.

 

Obscene, vulgar, lewd, anarchic, sexy as all hell and a goddamn hoot.

Remaining shows this weekend only!  Take the whole family…and await a visit from Community Services.

Jonathan Feb 22nd 2014 12:22 am Burlesque,Cabaret,Culture,People,Reviews No Comments yet Trackback URI

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