Show: My Dad Wrote a Porno
Palais Theatre, St Kilda
Podcasts. Either you do them or you don't.
For those not in the know, My Dad Wrote a Porno is a podcast that runs over five seasons.
The premise of the podcast is three British Broadcasting types, Jamie, James and Alice, get together to discuss Jamie's Dad's home grown erotica, which is for sale on Amazon for very little. The books, called Belinda Blinked, are the 'erotic' tales of one Belinda Blumenthal, a sales manager at Steeles Pot and Pans.
The first line of the first book reads, 'Belinda blinked, it wasn't a dream, the job interviewer had just asked her to remove her jacket and silk blouse...'
The best thing about My Dad Wrote a Porno is it's a complete piss take. It is some of the worst porn you're ever likely to encounter. The books are dreadfully written and the writer, Jamie's Dad, has absolutely no idea about female genitalia, among other things. Part erotic novel, part business manual, part heaven knows what, the intrepid three read out a chapter of the books, per podcast. They are wrong, slightly deviant soft core porn novellas, definitely not politically correct and terrible in every which was. The books are also very, very badly written, and exceptional fodder for one of the funniest podcasts out there.
Anybody who can come up with lines like, "Her tits hung freely, like pomegranates, " and " Her nipples were like rivets on that ill-fated ship, the Titanic."deserves this sort of fame.
Anybody who can come up with lines like, "Her tits hung freely, like pomegranates, " and " Her nipples were like rivets on that ill-fated ship, the Titanic."deserves this sort of fame.
If you haven't listened to the podcasts, I encourage you to have a look. Just don't listen to them while you're driving. Many an accident has been blamed on the podcast series.
Tonight, Jamie, Alice and James sold out the 2800 seat Palais Theatre in St Kilda in different format,
I can't say much about what went on, other than they read from a new book, a choose your own adventure on the subject of Belinda's 30th birthday. At various points, the audience, or members of the audience, got to choose the way forward..
What proceeded was two and a half hours of hilarity. I can't remember the last time I laughed so long or so hard. Some of this will be my sick and twisted sense of humour.
There was some minimal audience participation. Jamie, Alice and James were all humble and very true to their podcast personae.
I will never look at the conga line with the same eyes.
Part of the joy is Jamie's character accents. Belinda, Bella (oh, Bella...), Des Martin, The Duchess, Toffee Apple Chew... most of the characters return for this big birthday party, which, thanks to two locations given to the audience to decide, are equally as ridiculous as the other.
The show is only for fans of the podcasts. It's pretty much expected you know most of the characters, and the audience lapped it all up with sodden tongues.
This was brilliant fun. Exceptional, albeit very wrong, entertainment.
There was some minimal audience participation. Jamie, Alice and James were all humble and very true to their podcast personae.
I will never look at the conga line with the same eyes.
Part of the joy is Jamie's character accents. Belinda, Bella (oh, Bella...), Des Martin, The Duchess, Toffee Apple Chew... most of the characters return for this big birthday party, which, thanks to two locations given to the audience to decide, are equally as ridiculous as the other.
The show is only for fans of the podcasts. It's pretty much expected you know most of the characters, and the audience lapped it all up with sodden tongues.
This was brilliant fun. Exceptional, albeit very wrong, entertainment.
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