Vagina Dentata

Reviews

Time Out
Riverside Studios

Performance art or just plain daft? Physical theatre or piss-take? Three cool lesbians or three crazy ladies? When it's this much fun, who cares? Volcano's Vagina Dentata is a Jeff Koons come to life; Charlie's Angels let their hair down; three chicks, a little Chekhov and a stiff get kitsch. In an acid-bright world, Lisa Harley, Gill Lyon and Fern Smith dance, duel, shoot, touch, caress, toy with words, try on characters and abuse a dead male body - maybe in the telling of a three-way love story or maybe for the sheer anarchic hell of it.

Their abandoned amalgam of silly words and sensual movement is a delightfully bizarre piece of erotica. Their wicked, no-holds-barred humour is liberated, licentious, lascivious, often alliterative. At its best the show is X-rated Monty Python: three "right-on" luvvies boast about their work, "Labia on Ice at Wembley" or "I once tied my fallopian tubes around the auditorium, so that the audience were all within my womb, as it were". A heady piece of glow-in-the-dark lunacy.

Sara Abdulla


Time Out

Vagina Dentata is a determinedly outrageous scramble of Charlie's Angels, Tarantino and Chekhov. Writer and director Paul Davies' funny farrago of twitchy, kitschy nihilism and mock-lesbian eroticism (Reservoir Dykes?) takes the piss out of every post-modern theatre style going. Movement includes go-go dancing, a dildo divertissement and lots of Euro-thrash. Lisa Harley, Gill Lyon and rapacious, wild-eyed Fern Smith does anyone embody controlled hysteria better?) slink, slide and slam their way through with gusto. With Liam Yeates as a dead sex object.

Donald Hutera