A great sense of fun, good humour and liberal dollops of audience interaction are the constants in Paris Underground, a subversion of classic French cabaret and variety that is more than a little cheeky. Seven performers take to the stage for a couple of hours singing, dancing, tapping, contorting, climbing, telling stories and performing magic tricks. But few, if any, of the acts are straight. There is almost inevitably a twist and more than a touch of burlesque. At times that involves disrobing and in other instances colourful and ornate costuming.
The timing between acts is, on occasions, a problem, but my biggest concern was the altogether over-the-top use of an infernal fog machine. I can only presume that those behind the show felt it created an appropriate “underground” atmosphere. No, merely a great sense of frustration on our part! Clearly, they had never heard the adage less is more. And by the time the performance ended, I felt that overall the cabaret had begun to wear out its welcome. For the last 10 minutes or so, the emcee constantly said that was it, there was no more, but this was one heck of a long farewell.
Alex First
David Edwards is the editor of The Blurb and a contributor on film and television