If someone sits in a dark room, paying to watch, but the performer has begged them to, watching them back, who is the real pervert?
The Maid, the Mother, The Crone are ancient symbols of femininity – marking the passing of time, guiding us gently from one phase into another. Alas, how can we grow in 2027 when our faces must remain frozen and yanked back? 3 characters take the stage, paying homage to the origins of early standup, this unholy trinity has come to make you scream, gasp and cackle. A stripper clown, a wan saxophonist and a powerful club comedian weave together a piece that is a raunchy dissection of voyeurism, femininity and libidinal economies.
“Flirty and filthy Kiwi force of nature… submit to the hurricane and see where it takes you” Chortle
