Sex; scandal; kidnapping; hippies; multiple mistresses; naked bodies; a skeleton in the closet, and a befuddled police officer. What more would you expect from a British farce, with an Australian twist? If you're longing for a good belly laugh, you won't be disappointed in this wacky play.
The chaos starts when Barry Ovis MP, played by David Edwards, is kidnapped by hippies prior to his wedding day. When his distraught fiancée, Ruth Henderson, played by Jean Fenton, discovers that his disappearance landed him in the middle of an orgy, the sparks begin to fly. The lies, cover-ups, and misunderstandings get more and more intense, as do the laughs.
Nothing makes sense, except when it makes perfect sense. Misunderstandings can turn plans for a heating and cooling system into a vulgar description of an orgy complete with questionable hand gestures.
Both James and Edwards bring an explosion of energy onto the stage which I felt the mistresses failed to keep up with. A little more sizzle and flaunting would not have gone astray, and as for the golden rule of never have your back to the audience, the same should apply in regards to never have your back to the character you're speaking with – it looks very awkward.
Great performance from all the actors, showing yet again the high standard delivered by the Gold Coast Little Theatre. The set was beautifully designed and an excellent delivery from the sound and lighting team. Director, Dorothy Henderson did a marvellous job ensuring this classic piece continues to be appreciated throughout the years.
For something a little naughty to spice up your weekend, take the Mrs (or the Mr) to see Don't Just Lie There, Say Something. It will put you in a good mood and by the time you get home, you never know, you just might get lucky.