Elf Lyons review – daffy take on Swan Lake delivered in Franglais
Underbelly Med Quad, Edinburgh
With a parrot costume, Jacques Brel songs and silly set pieces, Lyons dreams up an almost aggressively winsome hour of complete nonsense
Is it comedy, or a spirited child let loose on a dressing-up box? In Elf Lyons’ Swan, it is not always easy to tell. The show – a one-woman-plus-puppets rehash of Swan Lake – is almost aggressively winsome. A graduate of Philippe Gaulier’s clown school, Lyons delivers it all in wide-eyed Franglais, while dressed in a party-shop parrot costume. “Quoi?” as she might say. “Quoi not?” You could parse the show for satire on the gender politics of ballet, or for its supposed insights into Lyons’ mental health (“I’m on Prozac!”). But in fact this is dottiness for the sake of celebratory dottiness, an hour of our time (and many more of hers) dedicated to complete nonsense – which Lyons just about justifies.
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