It’s the tail end of the roaring 20s; machines are coming of age, romance is dying (or is it?), but cigars are still hand-rolled with love and dedication in a small family factory in Tampa, Florida.
Not Nicole Kidman on anatomic steroids, but the love child of Ethel Merman and Ernest Borgnine, diva extraordinare Varla Jean Merman brassily boasts a treasure chest of cabaret mayhem.
A woman and two men enter
the space. She strips down to her underwear, and the men begin to move around
her, adding and subtracting things from her mannequin-like body.
A Mistress, Black Magic, Adultery and a King with an anal fistula. This music theatre production appears to have it all, but the sad truth
though is that despite some genuinely decent performances from the
ensemble the piece as a whole was lacking.
There are scenes where the dynamic relationship between the actors is
like watching the ABC’s Australian Stories, sadly this is not realised
throughout the entire piece.
