Susan Kent’s experience, witty monologues highlight the one-wo(man) show
Woman in track-suit, woman on bicycle — except that woman is playing man.
Here you have part two of Susan Kent’s androgynous Jerry narrative, promoted as “a wild ride for adults only!”
In her one-woman show, with quick costume changes, Kent shuttles between the motor-mouth corner-boy, his grandmother in a nightgown and a poised, vivacious and opinionated young woman (“A bit cookie, right? So sue me!”).
Complemented by video projection on two upstage screens, Kent’s comical and colloquial performance is very much in-your-face.
Jerry’s wise-guy language is insistently vulgar and profane. I lost count of the number of Anglo-Saxon words that are generally frowned upon in polite society.
“She’s mental if she thinks I’m cutting my hair after she’s ... dead!” Jerry’s monologues, which constitute most of the show, are amusingly outrageous.
Kent is a strong and experienced performer, and she brought home the bacon. So it was not surprising that a substantial opening-night audience applauded the show warmly.
Directed by Andy Jones, Susan Kent’s “Jerry’d Alive” runs at the LSPU Hall until Sunday.
Curtain time is 8 p.m, with an additional
2 p.m. show on Sunday. With no intermission, running time is 100 minutes.