by Gaëtan L. Charlebois
Despite an oppressively hot venue, solo performer Rachelle Elie conquers her space, her miniscule audience, the temperature and, it seems, time itself to deliver a ridiculously funny show about damn near anything. There's a flakey blonde - married to an ob-gyn - who breaks into singing and dancing ("badly"), there's an inappropriate kids' party clown, and there's a "showman" auditioning for Macbeth and Elie never wavered. Like Jem Rolls, she grabs the audience, pulls them out of inertia and makes us all part of the show with wit, silliness and mad energy. WARNING: audience participation - I narrowly escaped and thank God because it was outlandishly complicated (and just as outlandishly funny). This, my friends, is what I mean when I think of pure theatrical joy.
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