Did Vicki (ex-netball-player-secret-society-Frat girl, now demure housewife to the three-quarter-inch-shag-brained Rod) kill Georgette? Or was it Babs, temp-of-all-trades and murderous wanna-be temptress? Garnet McClit, a wiry, hard-bitten private dick on the biggest case of her career, falls in with bad company and has the time of her life. The Well of Horniness, from Screaming Weenie, was rescued from non-start oblivion when Vibes Lounge on Davie agreed to let them transfer from the suddenly defunct Tapinis Nightclub in Gastown. Much as Rock Fantasy is essentially a vehicle for some happy singing, Well of Horniness is mostly a vehicle for great gags, slapstick rambunctiousness and face pulling. Broken into three 'radio serial' segments, the show is a frenzied collection of old clichés remoulded into brilliant set-pieces that don't give you time to groan before they have shifted gear up yet one more notch and sent you swerving round your table with laughs. Even the crappy jokes are delivered with such style, you forgive until the next beautiful one comes along. While the entire cast is pretty fabulous, I want to single out two whom I expect to see chewing up scenery on larger stages soon. Amy Lucille Wilding as the hapless, cuckolded husband Rod is one inspired mugger who can turn standing still waiting for the gag to drop into an adventure all its own. And Mylène Dinh-Robic as the ditzy Vicki reinvents the throwaway joke and elevates empty-headedness to an art form.

- Alan Hindle
Terminal City