Under the category: ‘Cabaret/ Performance Art’, A Showgirl: Deconstructed literally deconstructs the form of the showgirl alike a fine dining restaurant would deconstruct the simple sandwich.
The first image you as an audience member unavoidably witness is a looming, sadly sparkling Carletta The Great.
She stands proud and under-appreciated, similar to the plastic Barbies that stand erect on the sugar filled aesthetically pleasurable ice-cream piled cakes, slowly melting under the showbiz lights.
Showbiz is a sad industry, it’s harsh and most of the time unrewarding? Within the first 30 seconds of the show Carletta’s anatomy is put on full display under harsh white light, she stands palms forward offering herself to the audience.
From a sniggering, swaying and sensual strip tease to being still, stark and naked. This abrupt transition revealed itself as being genuinely sad.
Reflective of an artist that offers all- every pigment of skin, every follicle of hair and yet, it’s not enough and slowly the act of self sabotage initiates itself under the lights of the hosting showbiz arena.
‘The show must go on’, ‘time is money’, ‘don’t call us, we’ll call you’. Only a handful of choreographed dance steps were sprinkled throughout the sixty minutes, unsurprisingly what maintained an engaged audience was the endless supply of morphing expressions displayed on Carletta’s face.
A jazz teacher I once had actually questioned the class on one occasion: ‘What attracts the eye darling? You know, despite the obvious- tits and ass?’ Following three minutes of uncomfortable silence and darting eye contact among the other students she replies ‘PENTHOUSE! The top floor darling. The windows to the soul. Even the slightest dimple or wrinkle makes a difference.’
This correction absolutely applied to the artistry and unwavering commitment that Carletta displayed throughout, a true entertainer whose eyes glistened when sad and when lip singing Robbie Williams ‘Let Me Entertain You’. By golly Carletta, you did. You did entertain us.