Adelaide Fringe Review 2017 – Burlesque Idol

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One of the most pleasing things about Burlesque Idol is that, year on year, the standard of individual performers is just getting exponentially better. It is abundantly clear that routines are being polished and workshopped amongst peers and mentors – not to say such competitions can’t be a lab bench to experiment with new idea’s, but it is more so satisfying when previous proof-of-concept creative is laid out as a finished opus.

 

But the other growing trend is the number of fella’s getting into the competition – and the night kicked of with Kaiju-stylin boylesque, Gingzilla. A Fire-Giant killing it on-stage with an operatic Brynhildr vocal range and a pair of heels so high that they could only have bought hir closer to Valhalla.

 

No stranger to our previous reviews, Audrey Addiction was a melting pot of all the right elements – strong audience connection, a sense of humour, drum tight synchronisation, but keeping the pace slow & sexy so that individual components flowed from one to the other with just the right continuity.

 

Senorita Desert Rose was armed & dangerous, a bandit-Saint Nuestra Dama de la Danza. Under her flowing ruffled dress, her heels fired like Smith & Wessons on the stage. Her demeanour switched between demure and defiant in a drum beat, while she delivered sharp dance technique from a broad range of disciplines.

 

Diana D’vine was the Hero we had been holding out for as she channelled her inner Linda Carter over 80’s Steinman pop anthems, bringing our favourite Amazonian to stage. I personally find good burlesque comedy is as much 90% facial communication – you can dance with shtick all you like, but if your lips & eyebrows aren’t doing a conga line with your hips, you lose the audience. No danger of that from this Wonder Woman.

 

Ira Luxuria may have come on stage in all classic burlesque adornments, but any fears of a unambitious by-the-numbers affair were blown out of the water when she rocked out a take-no-prisoners routine to high energy Glaswegian pop-punk. A thoughtful juxtaposition of hard attitude with delicate appearances, she brought together the best of old & new burly smarts.

 

Marilyn Mocktail undertook an alchemical endeavour of transmogrification on stage, with an archetypal Crone finding her inner Maiden alive and well. There were some clever plays on popular burlesque stripping tropes, the mandatory glove peel taking on a much more visceral fleshy delivery with handy prosthetics. What underpinned her performance most of all was her smile – it was omnipresent , pervasive and persuasive, and invested us in her performance.

 

Miss Curvella, Miss Burlesque SA 2016, juggles elegance and swagger in a way that reinforces just why she won the State title last year. Her lips & eyes are deployed like weapons of mass hypnosis. Her routines are deceptively athletic, delivered gracefully and measured, but executed such the physical demand is well concealed, the mark of a professional.

 

Holly Wouldn’t transformed the stage into the realm of an Ice Queen – her eyes batting shyly, but only to ensure we approach enough to be ensnared. Regal & resplendent, adorned with light and diaphanous wings, she delivered a symphonic-driven tease that used the mystery of her veils for a slow shedding of form to magnificent effect.

 

Wayne Carter has possibly forever ruined father-son movie time for me by devising Minion Boylesque. But far from despicable, he bounced, twerked, bumped & grinded like a Black & Decker on the stage and on unprepared audience members. And a valuable lesson that the stage extends past those floodlights, and sometimes audience connection is not just psychological – but a very physical thing!

 

Lastly, Ziggy Charms was literally the kid in the candy store. Frequently bearing a resemblance to a Richard Simmons aerobics workout while on a corn-syrup bender, he bought a rainbow of colour & emotions to the floorboards. What was pleasing was the Burly Poindexter routine wasn’t just a play on traditional routines, but had the simple joy of a 6 year old rocking out in their underpants to Saturday morning music vids.

 

The big winner on the night, deservedly so, was Senorita Desert Rose. Burlesque Idol continues its national journey in coming weeks up the East coast of Australia throughout March.

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