Board Game Burlesque Adaptation
In a show such as Sweet Tooth Events produces with such a diverse and passionate calibration of talent among the entertainers, the best is always on stage in one portrayal of sensuality or another. In this steamy saga of the ‘Clue’ board game, the narrator and script fuelled the heated orgasmic suspicion around all the characters and spurred sassy suspense toward wicked wonder and lust quite well.
Mysterious Sexy Performers
The dinner guests were of course the ‘colourful’ Clue board game personas, but the snooty, uppity class demeanours were converged with the cheeky, provocative flirtatious of the burlesque artists. They brought the suspects to life in a very real, albeit censored way, and hid the gilded murder weapons in places closer to some other family jewels.
Between each act the unobtrusive ‘Shylock’ detective would step out of the shadows to scrutinize the chalk outline on the floor while calmly puffing away on her pipe. She would contemplate the scene and take notes on the quirky traits of all of the dinner guests, as well as the maid servants in order to reveal the predominant ‘who’ flavour in this spicy ‘whodunit’.
Arousing Detection Questions
I have a notion on some of the questions Detective Shylock might ask herself in this fatal male travesty.
Was Mr Green’s green beard real or was it real green glitter and does his carpet match those drapes?
Why did Mrs White smile so sweetly when she poured tea for the dinner guests if she secretly wanted to strangle them all?
Why did Miss Scarlet lie about wanting to be loved only by Mr Green when she fell head over heels for Mr Boddy and his cache of diamonds?
What does Professor Plum really teach and does she tutor her students on how to commit the perfect scandalous murder?
Why wasn’t Miss Peacock more discreet with the knife she hid in her garter that was clearly protruding a blade stained with blood red rhinestones.
What about the humble serving girl who was quietly dusting a lampshade and then leapt onto the dance floor with such verve that her gyrations knocked the baggy pants off old Colonel Mustard? And, was that a gun in his thong or was he just glad to see her?
Did she even notice when Mr Boddy sneaked in and liberated the guests of well-hidden evidence in his seductive mingling session?
Many unanswered questions abounded amid the throngs of thongs and pasties, but in the end the guilty burlesquer was caught and sentenced to perform in the finale.
As always, the synergy in this group of artists is one that infuses the audience with its intoxicating liveliness and gaiety in such a way that it’s no wonder you wake up still feeling sated in your sense of fun and enjoyment – it’s fun that has staying power!
I quite enjoy the amazing symbiosis between burlesque performers and their audience in that the more you goad them on the more spirited the performance for a greater exchange of excitement.
Like when you’re sitting in the front row where you can woot and wahoo at a the suave siren swivelling across the stage and he will knowingly oblige you with a sexy glance and then tease the buttons on his sequenced shirt until it falls to the floor only to reveal his manly rhinestone-studded pecs. Ooh la la!