Revue'd: Womn's Revue Prom Committee presents Memories R Always
The person (okay, we know it was a man) who said womn aren’t funny would have been floored if he had been at Womn’s Revue 2017: Memories R Always.
For my first revue (unfortunately), I arrived expecting the clichés that I had always heard – cheesy jokes, inept acting and questionable singing. Being a natural people pleaser, I was riddled with anxiety at the prospect of having to write anything negative about a creative endeavour by my fellow womn (at a Womn’s Revue no less).
However, as I entered the theatre I was faced immediately with decorations that I haven’t seen since watching the prom episode of 80s sitcom Family Ties. And as the Pointer Sisters played, signalling the start of the show, I knew it was going to be alright.
This is not to say that the womn barely surpassed low expectations, rather they set the bar extremely high for any revues in my future. Directors Julia Gregoratto and Maddie Houlbrook-Walk created a show that, if its mission was to make every female identifier proud to be one and every male, wish he was one, absolutely succeeded!
Honestly it’s hard, and frankly unnecessary, to choose a favourite amongst this incredible selection of womn. As I scoured for highlights I was at a loss; I ended up taking notes on almost every sketch. I will say from slam poet Satan to the edgy Kathy of krafternoons with Kathy, the solo skits never failed to hit their mark.
I was in stitches whenever Hannah Pembroke and Eloise Callaghan were on stage; their comedic timing was excellent and made them definite stars. Special mention should also go the hilarious footy bro sketch – a personal favourite – and a perfect example of great comedy you could only get in Australia.
The musical numbers were a highpoint, as a fan of musical theatre (as listeners of Backtrack on SURG FM know) I was delighted by the performances. I have also felt strong urges to break into food-related song as Jenna Schrodes hilariously did when craving a focaccia and Maddo Lofthouse superbly did when faced with the relatable struggle of running out of bikkies.
For an identity revue, Womns Revue did lack social commentary other than a zinger about the absence of marriage equality in Australia. While this lack of social commentary was somewhat surprising, really, what could be better commentary than a group of hilarious womn coming together to make a close to prefect sketch show?
With the image of Beth McMullen sprouting pubic hair while belting out a Let It Go parody permanently burned into my brain, I leave you with my last thought: Memories R Always indeed.