Review – 50 Shades of Gay
There’s singing, dancing, twerking, and even the showdown between Kylie and Dannii Minogue that we’ve all secretly been dying to see happen.
There’s singing, dancing, twerking, and even the showdown between Kylie and Dannii Minogue that we’ve all secretly been dying to see happen.
Griffiths has a beautifully rich and deep singing voice. Paired with his own skilful piano accompaniment, his covers of the pop diva’s classics are totally unforgettable and, at times, haunting.
You’ll laugh, you’ll gasp, you’ll bop your head along to the music, and you might even question your sexuality after the priest performs a hauntingly erotic strip tease.
From a particularly adorable story about a dad joke going too far, to a man realising his dream of participating in a threesome with a married couple, all the way through to a character comedian who reminded me of every delusional safety officer I’ve ever worked with, the laughs were always forth coming.
As the night was working towards its crescendo the untapped energy of the audience began to become uncontainable, so much so that even the sixty-year-olds rocked out to the last song, Daft Punk’s “Get Lucky”.
Hilariously self-aware, the cast unexpectedly shine through the catchy musical numbers and witty jokes.
The set is striking; performed outdoors in an ankle-deep pit of mud, the first row of the audience is provided with plastic sheets to protect from the splatter. It’s a brilliant feature… there’s something undeniably and viscerally satisfying in watching people quite literally slinging mud at each other.
I laughed. Loudly. It was a little venue. That can be embarrassing.
Mickey D doesn’t carefully construct clever jokes, but more seems to start talking in the hope that it eventually ends up somewhere funny – luckily, it almost always does.
Some of the performers were far better at dancing than others, but they were all very polite as they simulated oral sex on audience members and shimmied their junk in the faces of their volunteers.
You don’t need an interest in theoretical physics to enjoy Relativitively Speaking, but you might walk out with one.
Bitch Boxer is, simply put, outstandingly good theatre. If you’re looking for strong, engaging, funny and triumphant theatre, then you could hardly make a safer bet.
Heckler-favourites Bernadette Byrne and Victor Victoria are back in Adelaide with Dirty Talk! We asked them the important questions.
The film tried too hard to mean something, to be more metaphysical. Apparently this is from the source material, but it didn’t translate well into film, and I couldn’t quite get swept along for the ride.
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