Rhonda Perky goes under-the-covers to unleash the Beauty, Truth and Horror of Atrocity Burlesque
Described as ‘a contemporary, thought-provoking and visceral brand of cabaret, burlesque and cinema for the new age’, Atrocity Burlesque at the Burlesque Bar on Johnston Street, Fitzroy, did not entirely meet expectations.
The audience were promised ‘a 21st century sadistic soap opera of sex, violence, beauty, horror, audience participation and psychological play designed to entrance, enrage, entice and entertain.’
There was some of that.
I would concede it was a night of kink, some inspiring performances, and a creepy melodramatic soundtrack (think Alfred Hitchcock meets Trent Reznor during his instrumental phase).
But the costumes – wow.
Not just the performers and venue staff, but the audience, too. A room full of out-fitted stunners, including one notable brunette with inch-long gashes the length of a forearm (I am definitely playing dress-ups, and soon), all stuffed into an under-sized bar.
Plus I have a new girl crush (check out ‘Forma’s’ website: http://www.scarlettburlesque.com/), and may have rekindled my fetish for accents.
But after all that hype and a promotional gallery promising an orgy of semi-naked women bound and slashed, the show itself was rather tame. Perhaps I’m just de-sensitised to the perversity of seduction and betrayal, the atrocities of war and infant mortality, and the psycho-sadism of the sexualised child.
Which is not to say I didn’t enjoy it. I did. It was just a tad reminiscent of a ghost train or theatre restaurant, only with boobs.