The All New Hurly Burly Show at Leicester Square Theatre, review

By Charles Spencer Published: 5:16PM GMT twenty-five February 2010

A party critics hold up is one of gigantic variety. One night you are grappling with the shame and dejection of Ibsen, the subsequent you are down in a subterranean corner off Leicester Square examination a striptease show.

In a wasted hold up I have seen a lot of strippers, trimming from outrageous clubs on Times Square that night have been conjured from the aptitude of Hieronymus Bosch, to the soullessly striking party offering by the late Paul Raymond at his scandalous Revuebar.

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Miss Polly Rae however presides over the majority rational and delectable mime show I have ever encountered.

There were as majority women in the assembly as men, and even Boy George, not a guy routinely remarkable for his love of the womanlike form, was obviously carrying a good time on the initial night. As the Hurly Burly Girlys ran amok turn the assembly in the opening sequence, whooping extravagantly and winking lasciviously, an ambience of deliciously bawdy, divinely decadent high intoxicating beverage prevailed.

But this is a show that additionally conjures up the glorious and attract of the Forties, and one that recognises that in this line of party the provoke is even some-more critical than the strip. It is additionally surprisingly watchful and beautiful - disobedient but nice. Nipples are decorously lonesome with spangles, g-strings are never removed. There is zero hole-and-corner about this arrangement of shimmies and strike and grind.

Indeed Miss Polly Rae, a Lancashire young woman who was prepared at the Penwortham Girls High School, comes over as a entirely good sport. With her tidy buoyant figure and acrobatics auburn curls, she magically combines the beneficial with the sexy. And the total show has an spreading feeling of joie de vivre and womanlike empowerment.

The prolongation is helmed by Kylie Minogues beautiful executive William Baker, and Miss Rae, as well as being a good disrober, is additionally no meant singer. Unlike majority mime performers, she sings live rather than mimes, and her breathy mischievous vocals on numbers together with Michael Jacksons Bad, the Pet Shop Boys Its a Sin and the Cole Porter classical Love for Sale are first-rate. Ashley Wallens choreography is as smart as it is provocative and the costumes, from nuns day to day to illusory plume fans, are a delight.

There are routines here that done me giggle out loud, not slightest when Miss Rae is behaving on a bed and gloved hands unexpected expel by the headboard to support in the removal of her clothes, whilst the grand culmination with the full garb is a demonstration of generous humour and extravagantly rotating pap tassels.

Im not observant you could take your squeamish lass aunt to see this show but a tolerant lass aunt would have a ball. Miss Rae and her girls emanate an ambience of glamour, fun and jubilee rather than one of hiding voyeurism, and it is wish to find such high-class mime behind in the West End, where it deserves to turn a unchanging fixture.

Until Sun; tickets (0844 579 1940)