Wonderville Review: “A Spinning Act Lottery Purse” | Theater | Entertainment
Given the random selection of artists, this is a lottery for viewers on any given night. The key to success is the choice of MC, and I was lucky enough to have the big-voiced, glittery diva Miss Chastity Belt leading the show with audience banter running along the edges of the camp repartee and slight insults.
Her renditions of London Calling, Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend and Life on Mars? rock the joint to its foundations. Weaving between tables like a sequin ship negotiating narrow straits, she elevates the slightly tacky middle with affectionate hyperbole.
The acts are varied – Amazi Olayiwola is a hot and sexy usher, her lithe body undulates like a belly dancer as hoops spin around her belly, limbs and neck.
Harry Potter lookalike Harry De Cruz is a handy magician, illustrating the difference between magic tricks and party tricks through a fun flame-throwing trick with a straw and a mouthful of cocoa powder and a chute of piece length involving a metal tape measure and a Malteser.
Large, old-fashioned type illusions are provided by British refugee Got Talent Matricks Illusion, involving lightsabers pierced through a box containing a scantily clad woman and a levitating girl.
Marc Oberon is the best magician, even if he suffers from having the scariest character on stage.
Most enjoyable was the sleazyly carefree Snookie Mono, whose sword-swallowing act is a brilliant combination of cartoonish savvy and carnival artistry.
The music is loud, the atmosphere just the right side of junk, and the cocktail of magic, burlesque and circus feels like a Las Vegas basement revue.
I rather enjoyed it.
Wonderville, Piccadilly Theatre, London, until October 30. Tickets: 0333 009 6690