Lucont’s personification of the sardonic Frenchman, complete with perpetual shrug and world-weary sighs, provides the perfect vehicle for his sharp barbes aimed at modern UK life and parenting. His criticisms are delivered with a charm that makes even the most biting remarks feel like a friendly taquinerie.
Fasten your sequins as I spill some hot tea to about Cabaret Impedimenta at the Bosco Tent, Brighton Fringe. If you’re envisioning a well-organized, seamless cabaret night, think again. This was less a show and more a circus where the clowns didn’t get the memo to stay in their own ring.
Fool’s Moon: Dance Plague is a peculiar piece of theatre that teeters on the edge of brilliance and befuddlement.
