Straight out from training under the wings of Philippe Gaulier, Hannah Camilleri oscillates between spoofed superiors in her gloriously whacky, debut (not-so) solo act, Big Shot.
Multiple personalities, accents, garbs, headwear and wigs emerge from the curtains draping Boney’s humble stage. Armed with a glass of your favourite drop, get comfortable bar-side.
Be prepared to embrace the utter ridiculousness that culminates when Hannah weaves her tapestry of pilloried big-guns.
Think Year 8 teachers corraling students before the compulsory annual school camp, with the perfected one-too-many-octaves-high voice of a woman fed up with wrangling small children.
You’ll wonder how costume changes can happen so quickly, how a Kiwi accent gives way so effortlessly to the acerbic bite tinged with that of a Russian Spy, and how on EARTH Hannah holds composure while embodying the most zany of characters.
Good luck holding a flabbergasted cough in during this one. And somebody, get this girl an Oscar for her rendition of an inebriated fashion mogul at a work Christmas party.
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