LA SOIRÉE
South Bank Big Top,
London SE1
Opened 21 October, 2010
****
La Soirée is, you might
say, the continuation of La Clique
by other means... although it might be truer to describe it as a return
to this alt.cabaret show's roots. Before its London runs at the
Hippodrome and the Roundhouse, La
Clique first became a hit on the Edinburgh Fringe, staged in the
Famous Spiegeltent. Now, with a minor change of name (who knows why?), La Soirée has acquired a
mirror-tent of its own until the end of January, pitched just behind
the National Theatre. There is something about such a space that adds
to the atmosphere of surrealism and fantasy on which this collection of
oddball acts thrives. One by one they take their positions on the
barely 8-foot-diameter podium and strut, fling, swallow and contort
their stuff.
All the familiar acts are here: balancing duo The English Gents, comedy
sword-swallower Miss Behave, unorthodox puppeteers Cabaret Decadanse
and of course Norwegian contortionist Captain Frodo, who squeezes his
body through a 10-inch tennis racquet frame. Frodo combines his
unsettling double-jointed gift with a wonderful line in self-parodic
patter: pausing halfway through his routine, with the racquet around
his waist and one leg poking through at a crazy angle, he remarks, “Now
that I have your attention, I'd like to talk to you about Jesus...”
It is this playfulness which makes La
Soirée, above all, a fun evening. Miss Behave knows that
her stunts do not so much provoke “Wow!” as “Why?”; Canadian newcomer
Mooky, in character as a dippy classical actress, press-gangs a member
of the audience to act as her stooge, reading lines off various parts
of her anatomy, but never makes the punter seem sillier than she is
herself. This is perhaps why one of the show's hottest hits, aerialist
David O'Mer, has never especially impressed me: whereas The English
Gents put a camp character spin on the stripping-off element of their
act, there is a narcissism to O'Mer's cavorting in and above a bath
full of water that no amount of prettiness and muscle tone can counter.
But there is always another act along in a minute or two to charm or
mystify or otherwise fascinate. Shows such as La Soirée confirm that
variety cabaret isn't dead yet, and that it would be a shame to lose it.