At one point a woman sitting on a sprung platform winched two feet into the air describes the perfections of the man in the bed beside her. As she lists his charms, a woman below gives us the subtext: "He was so strong"/ "He broke my arm". If he's that awful what's she doing in bed with him? The iniquities of the sexual exchange rate are ploddingly explained when a man is given a quickie in an alley and then cast aside. This is all supposed to be funny in a "We've all been there, haven't we girls?" way. Well, I haven't been there, and I've no plans to go.
The choreography veers between circusy shows of strength and a sort of contact-improvisation-without-the-contact. The winch finally comes into its own when a woman in a harness is repeatedly flopped on top of a sleeping man.
The verbal element was weaker than the physical but included an amusing retelling of Cinderella in Spoonerisms: "I will make you a tragic mess," says the fairy godmother. "The handsome prince was a pretty fart smeller". But even that couldn't provide an hour's worth of entertainment on its own.Reuse content