It’s snickers over knickers in The Underpants.
For those of us who were there, down to every man, woman and child, this was a performance that will linger long into our lives.
If you’ve ever wondered what women really do behind closed doors, then look no further than Thigh Gap. Jamaica Zuanetti’s absurdist comedy is an uncomfortably relatable production, in which two 20 something women reveal all the “secret women’s business” the ladies have been concealing.
For a first play this is not short on ambition, tackling not only racism from an underrepresented angle, but also classism, misogyny, cultural specificity in a globalised marketplace, corporate culture, and the currency of outrage in the social media age.
Sylvia Cornes certainly looked the part of Rickie Lee Jones with a sheer black mesh dress, a top hat with feathers and bare feet.
Yes, the bodies you see are perfect specimens of sculptured sixpacks and biceps you could walk over and get at least 2000 steps in. But they are muscles moving bodies in marvellous ways. These boys can dance and every movement is potent.
With the world struggling to find a new norm in these ever-changing circumstances, never has the phrase “the show must go on” been more apparent.
This is a production of which any director, cast and theatre company should be proud.