Saturday, 8 April 2017

Melbourne Comedy Festival: The Wart on My Breast (Brustwarz)


Franzi has just awoken from a coma. She’s been asleep since the 1980s. She missed the Berlin Wall being torn down and she’s got up just in time to hear about another wall being built. What is this strange world she has woken up in? What has changed in thirty years and what hasn’t?

For a show that starts out as a dance party, with Franzi unable to stomach the tastes of the West, it has a dark heart lurking underneath. Don’t get me wrong, the absurdity of the piece – Franzi is convinced that David Hasselhoff has saved the world in the intervening years – will have you laughing and tapping your feet. But there is a lot to be serious about, too.

The Wart on My Breast is an unashamedly feminist look at what women have gained and lost over the past thirty years. The history of women’s rights behind the Berlin Wall are fascinating as contrast to now; many of the gains women strive for today were a way of life in East Germany.

April Albert has a lot to say but this current version of the show is a little bit formless; after a killer opening a reveal of the Hasselhoff shrine, there’s no real dramatic shape to the show. There are some really great moments of audience interaction, if April picks the right people, though. And the dance breaks are a cool way to keep everyone involved and excited, just before Franzi drops another truth bomb.

I am looking forward to seeing this show evolve.

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