Showing posts with label Priscilla Queen Of The Desert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Priscilla Queen Of The Desert. Show all posts

Saturday, 4 June 2022

A cock in a frock on a rock

Although none of our fellow participants has yet shared any of the numerous photos taken on the occasion, suffice to say that at least at stages in our fun-packed Jubilee Film Club gathering on Thursday, we probably looked a bit like the above audience as we settled down to watch...

...the (almost) appropriately-titled Priscilla, Queen Of The Desert:

...and (a first for me) the hilarious Best in Show!

A great combination, and along with party games and lots of booze, a great way to celebrate Her Majesty's Platinum Jubilee!

Monday, 23 June 2014

Fosse, gay puppets and crotch-watching in the sunshine



It was certainly a camp way to spend a Sunday afternoon - watching a succession of snippets from some of Theatreland's most lauded musicals, on stage in Trafalgar Square, in the sunshine, free of charge!

West End Live has (remarkably) been going for ten years now, and yet this was the first time (to my chagrin) I had ever been! So when Paul suggested we pop along for a bit of alfresco entertainment, I jumped at the chance to get away from boxes, boxes and more boxes everywhere in our slowly-emptying house.

It was great fun, as we caught the "Ten from Ten" slot that formed the run-up to the two-day event's grand finalé - ten classic shows that are not currently in the West End (some perhaps on tour) by ten leading performers/ensembles. Among the highlights were Leanne Jones singing Good Morning Baltimore from Hairspray, Caroline Sheen singing numbers from Mary Poppins, Charlotte Wakefield singing The Sound of Music, and Vivienne Carlyle and Stuart Boother from another sadly-missed show Blood Brothers.



A particular fave was the ebullient Jodie Prenger (a good mate of Paul O'Grady; she often sits in to present his Radio 2 show when he's away) with As Long As He Needs Me from Oliver and Secret Love from her forthcoming show Calamity Jane. [There was a mad flurry of excitement later when Miss Prenger arrived at Halfway to Heaven to catch the drag show by Crystal d'Canter and Kelly Mild!]

Oh - and the sing-along-a-Sound of Music slot, when we, and the assembled thousands in the audience, got a chance to exercise our tonsils with Do-Re-Mi was great fun, too.



Among the very best of the best, however, were the rather gorgeous Daniel Boys performing Any Dream Will Do and Close Every Door from Joseph and the Technicolour Dreamcoat. [Never mind the songs, get yer kit off!]






...and the sexy totty brilliant cast of (birthday boy Bob Fosse's) Chicago:


...and Avenue Q:




...and Priscilla Queen of the Desert:


Campness abounds!

I shall certainly not be missing this wonderful free entertainment next year.

West End Live

Thursday, 26 March 2009

At first I was afraid, I was petrified...



We went en masse to see what may well turn out to be the most spectacular, the most uplifting and most fabulous show of my life! Mere words cannot describe the sheer exuberance of the experience - all twelve of us were completely blown away by it, and want to see it again.

Taking the "simple" premise of transferring one of the gayest movies ever Priscilla Queen of The Desert to the stage, the producers and designers have had a field day with this one. No excuse is wasted for a magnificently over-the-top glitteringly costumed dance number - from the opening funeral scene to the Alice Springs cabaret show itself (which is, as anyone familiar with the story knows, is the whole reason these three mismatched drag artistes are travelling across Oz in the first place).

And what dance numbers! A cavalcade of camp disco classics pumps out the theme to the different stages of the story - Don't Leave Me This Way, Go West, Boogie Wonderland, I Will Survive, MacArthur Park, Finally, and songs from Tina Turner, Petula Clark, Joni Mitchell, Cyndi Lauper, and of course Kylie! You will never see costumes and choreography like this in your life...



The dancers are all brilliant, with especial mention for the character players such as the "Tina drag/Miss Understood" and the fat woman in the infamous bar scene. They all have such energy, as they meet the demands of costume change after extravagant costume change without seemingly stopping for breath.

The three divas perpetually suspended above the action are magnificent singers who keep the whole thing together. And of course the Thai bride who does her unspeakable act with ping-pong balls (to the classic Pop Musik incidentally) is a show-stopper.



Tony Sheldon is fantastic as Bernadette the hard-bitten transsexual (complete with a hairdo that looks suspiciously like Madonna's), and, as in the film, gets all the biggest and best lines. Oliver Thornton portrays the ultra-fem, ultra-bitchy Felicia/Adam superbly (and has the most beautiful toned body to boot, even swathed in acres of lurex!). Jason Donovan as Tick/Mitzi may not be the most outrageous, nor the most talented, of the lead trio but his is the most troubled and sombre character to play, and I think he projected all those emotions (while teetering around in the most ridiculous platforms and chiffon) with aplomb. The three stars alone have more than twenty costume changes - some done at lightning-fast speed, each one more extravagant than the last - and they wear it so well...



So who or what is the true star of the show? As well as the exuberance of the lead actors, the energy of the dancers and singers, and the breath-taking costumes, the biggest star has to be Priscilla herself! The centre of most of the action, this million-pound monster bus (complete with its sign "Rear Entry - Upon Request") provides the most spectacular transformations of all. Painting it pink results in a mass of illuminated fairy lights to appear all over its sixty-foot body (which from then on keep changing to suit the mood), the open sided interior is the focus for some of the best scenes, and as for Felicia's sparkling diva moment singing Aida seated on a sparkly shoe on the roof - that has to be seen to be believed!

Oh, and did I mention? It's just a teensy weeny bit camp...

This is a performance no-one should miss. You are absolutely guaranteed to leave feeling happier than you ever thought you would from seeing a show, covered in confetti, dazzled by the biggest glitter-ball in the world, aurally battered by disco songs you had forgotten you really loved, and perhaps for the first time wanting to put on an outrageously over-the-top frock and belt out a medley of Kylie songs from the top of a rock in the middle of the desert... Believe me, you will!


Priscilla - The Musical website