Horizon Arts with Richard Jordon Productions present a ‘perverse romantic comedy’ betwixt reality and comic book fantasy. Although the logo resembles that of a soap powder box, and given the connotations of the title and set, the language is filthy, at times brutal, and undoubtedly funny. It is teeming with fetish and sexual fantasy displayed through the eyes of Terry Orange; who performs the duration of the show wearing only tight superhero pants, and a del boy-esque dressing gown. The show is sexually driven, and as the characters were introduced, each woman was hotter than the next, and wearing more revealing attire. But the flippant use of female sexuality in particular was so extreme and consistent, that the irony was clear. On one side there was a dominatrix red pvc clad woman armed with a whip and killer heels with a fishnet stocking over her face, and the other side, a school girl Barbie doll who repeatedly offers herself to Terry asking ‘would you like me to sit on your face?’ and as the plot became more ridiculous, it almost became a parody of itself. The audience bears witness to a truly bizarre animation of Terry’s childhood illustrations, against a laundrette backdrop which has been painted with thick black lines in keeping with the comic book style. As the madness unravels, Terry’s mental state is questioned, somewhat clinically, always in a false, factual cheeriness which adds to the overwhelming ‘trippy’ vibe that I took away with me from watching this show. Memorable moments include a display of Objectum Sexuality with a hoover which then morphs into its 80’s roller disco human counterpart, personified with a terrible impression of a Chinese accent; presumably a reference to a ‘made in china’ stamp. The show was perhaps overlong, and overstepped its sense of ending, but the energy and pace was consistent, and the actors were committed to their exaggerated characters, even if they were just irritating at times.
THEATRE *** Laundry Boy Underbelly