A SLICE OF SATURDAY NIGHT
Words and music by the Heather Brothers
| A pleasurable, lightly satirical revel in Sixties manners and music... with bite, kick and hanky-panky. The Guardian. |
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Wednesday 19 September 2001 to Saturday 22 September 2001 at 8.00 p.m. at the Théâtre de l'Espérance 8 rue de la Chapelle 1207 Geneva Seats all at Fr 25.- |
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| "A Slice of Saturday Night" is a musical pastiche that takes you spinning back to the Swinging decade to celebrate the eternal embarrassment of teen age ... girls in mini-skirts and boys in Chelsea boots sing songs about teen trauma that sound like all those 60s hits you've heard on retrospective shows. What's On. |
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| The Heather Brothers' musical spoof on the Saturday night rituals of pubescent 17-year-old delinquents in the 60s is full of such clever self-mocking charm that it's difficult to come away feeling anything but thoroughly entertained ... the real pleasure comes from the Brothers' shamless poaching of an eclectic cross-section of famous 60s numbers - Cliff and the Shads to Bob Dylan via the Beatles - superb comic pastiche and sharp, cuff-link humour. Time Out. |
This homage to the Swinging Sixties music was a smash-hit success when presented at the King's Head Theatre and transferred to the Arts Theatre, London, where it enjoyed a long run. The Club-A-Go-Go is "where the action is" on Saturday night, which means the chatting-up, the boasting, the heartaches - in fact, all the highs and lows of teenage emotions. The girls - chalk-faced, pale-lipped and lacquered to perfection - are desperate to look like Twiggy, Sandy Shaw or Dusty Springfield. The lads in their button-down collars and leather caps are all would-be Beatles or embryonic Donovans. However, beneath the girls' skimpy Mary Quant and St Laurent copied dresses beat virginal Barbara Cartland hearts, while inside the lads' cool, hipster trousers lurk the impulses which have driven adolescents to distraction since the dawn of time. Sue is going out with Gary, who chats up Penny and any other bit of stuff that looks his way. Sharon fancies Rick who fancies Sharon but can't pluck up courage to tell her because she hasn't told him. Eddie fancies Bridget who doesn't fancy anyone. And so, watched over by ageing rocker Eric (Rubber-legs) De Vere, the club's seen-it-all, done-it-all owner, we follow them as they wend their way through teenage sexual mores as rigid and predictable as any New Guinea tribesman's initiation rights. |
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