Let's get one thing perfectly straight (pun intended): overacting wildly does not constitute camp. Like any other performance style, camp needs material that will back up and mesh with the presentation. The Fluffy Inflatable World Of Comedy show a woeful dearth of anything of the kind, and onstage they wouldn't recognise restraint if it leapt up and bit the psoriasis off their collective elbow. To them, subtleties are things on the bottom of foreign films. And it doesn't work. You can only pull excess off (fnarr fnarr) if you have something to be excessive about. As it is, some potentially worthwhile film ideas get lost in the technical shambles, and for the rest... I don't even want to think about it any more. The funniest thing about this show is the company name.
Written for City Limits magazine.
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