Review: "Wild Bore" at The Soho Theatre
I like feminist, theatrical, commentating butts and I cannot lie.
Recently VBO went to watch Wild Bore at the Soho Theatre, but it has taken me a while to get round to writing this review because I felt conflicted. Conflicted because, on the one hand, I loved it, on the other hand,
if I wrote a stonking stinker of a review I’d be in with a chance of actually featuring in the show… Tricky.
The piece ostensibly takes critiques of the three players’ work (Ursula Martinez, Adrienne Truscott, and Zoe Coombs Marr) and…critiques them, panel show-style...but, this is a panel show with a difference…
First up, this is NOT A FAMILY-FRIENDLY SHOW. DO NOT TAKE YOUR KIDS. DO NOT TAKE YOUR GRANDMA. I saw body parts. Loads of them. The show opens with a trestle table with three microphones and three, very opinionated lady butts. I ended up with a sore face from the alternating gasping and giggling.
I don’t want to give too much away, but I will say that this show was amazingly weird and amazingly good fun and that there is nothing like a group of grown women being deliberately, defiantly daft, to turn something which could have come across as bitter into a thing of joy.
I mean, this was a theatrical commentary on theatre commentary, so I fully appreciate it not being up everyone’s alley…but – and it’s a big but – it’s funny as hell. There are bum jokes (seeing a theme?), scorchingly acerbic reviews, and a strong dash of slapstick. (As a side note, all three of these women have excellent voices. I would listen to them read audio books. Preferably really serious ones.)
I do have some questions though:
How do you wash a giant bum-mask once it’s covered in dog food? Do you dry-clean it?
How do you grow the confidence to do an interpretive dance to the Titanic theme in front of theatre full of people?
How does one walk like an anchovy?
Go see the show and let me know if you have any ideas.
A lot of the humour is that which might be more traditionally associated with men – loud, brash, perhaps a little infantile – and maybe that’s the point. Or is it? Or isn’t it?
Whether it is, or it isn’t, Wild Bore isn’t for the faint-hearted, but it felt, to me, like a show which had come about from three funny, clever women, sitting together, drinking tequila and reading their bad reviews aloud to each other.
Credit: Tim Grey Photography
Which sounds like a pretty excellent way to spend an evening, no?
It’s on until the 16th December, so get a move on.