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Sex and the Suburbs
Written
by Claire Sweeney and Mandy Muden
Directed by Ken Alexander
, Liverpool
9th May to 7th June 2014
Reviewed by
With the concept of a late night phone-in radio show about sex, dating
and finding Mr Right, where callers can ask for advice from a renowned
agony aunt, Sex and the Suburbs promised some
cheeky laughs and salacious fun. Packed with empowering anthems such as
I’m Every Woman and I
Will Survive, I expected a man-hating gossip session with female
empowerment and girl power being the focus as with Sex
and the City. However, Sex and the Suburbs
– whilst still hitting the girl power notes – had a bittersweet
quality. From the woman who makes her husband’s cross dressing alter
ego her friend, to the woman who longs for a baby, underneath all the
silliness and outrageousness, there is a sweeter story and, luckily for
the show, this is what saved it from being little more than a large Ann
Summers party.
Originally, Mandy Muden was due to play the host of late night radio
phone in Penny Crowe, but days before the first show she was replaced
by Lindzi Germaine. Luckily, Germaine does not disappoint in her performance
as she took to the stage with aplomb. She nailed it as the larger than
life character and easily got the biggest laughs of the night as down
to earth gobby scouser Penny. Claire Sweeney played ex-pop star turned
radio starlet Willow Wallace. Sweeney really hit home with some of the
emotional problems she portrayed, perhaps mirrored in her own personal
life which has been fuel for gossip columns for over a decade. However,
she really shone for me when she sang, still a wonderful voice for belting
out hen party anthems and she’s never looked better whilst doing
so! Carl Patrick really stood out from his multiple roles as camp Psychologist
and radio host Rory Reynolds, with the audience also loving his Freddie
Mercury inspired cross dressing character – Audrey.
Unfortunately, the show was not faultless, at times the writing let the
concept down but luckily the cast had enough about them to drag the script
along. With an unnecessary section of poorly executed audience involvement
and a cringe worthy advertisement for Ann Summers threatening to ruin
the whole show at one point. Luckily, in a hometown which wills on its
own to succeed, the play touched lucky in Liverpool but perhaps it needs
a bit of polishing if it wishes to travel.
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