Review: Phone Whore (Zoofest)

Story Mistress

Cameryn Moore doesn't phone it in

by Rebecca Ugolini

Sit in on the graveyard shift of the phone sex operator beat in Cameryn Moore’s Phone Whore, a one-woman show that has “Larissa” sitting at home in her pyjamas, taking calls, getting sexy, and talking shop. 

Although “Larissa” is a pseudonym, Moore’s own experiences as a phone sex operator inspire the script, contributing to Phone Whore’s earnest and unquestionably real quality. It’s clear why Moore’s clients, as she testified in the Q&A session which followed opening night, keep coming back: Moore is a masterful storyteller, and she transforms seemingly effortlessly from one persona to another as she takes each new call.

The Sunday Read: First Person: Cameryn Moore on Phone Whore, slut (r)evolution and power / play

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Challenging oneself by "using" the audience

by Cameryn Moore

The first iteration of my first solo show Phone Whore was not a monologue; it was a dialogue between me and a recorded voice, that of an invisible interviewer for a would-be documentary. That character was represented in the performance space by a prop video camera on a tripod, just standing there in the center aisle. That voice asked me questions, and I answered them.

Review: Phone Whore

Into the Electronic Brothel...

...eyes wide open...

by Gaëtan L. Charlebois

The way I have covered the Montreal Fringe is to split the venues up among reviewers; each has to cover everything, for good or ill, at their venue. So I did not get to see one of the hot tickets of last year's edition, Cameryn Moore's solo Slut (r)Evolution. Nor have I seen Phone Whore (which toured - and will be touring - the North American Fringe circuit). When I mentioned into Twitter that PW was coming here this week, the Twittersphere ignited and I was told (nay: ordered) to see it.