People make complete eejits out of themselves on game shows, don’t they? Jumping up and down, trying really, really sincerely to accomplish something absurd, and for what? A new car? A million euros? Eejits.
There was a roomful of game types in Pantibar’s cabaret space for the premiere of Making Strange’s newest offering, a performance that is nothing without you, the audience. Megan O’Riordan and Angus Og McAnally play the hosts who provoke us into making a contest out of lying, since, as the show posits, there’s no such thing as a true fact these days. Which, if you take the show’s thesis as true, is actually a lie. So anything that goes on has to be taken with a grain of salt — or a sweet, of which many are passed out on the night.
The interactivity part of the performance was greeted with enthusiasm, and therein lies the risk of this production: a dud of an audience and there’s no show at all. We were spectacular, frankly, and the sheer glee with which our winner accepted his prize of cash money — with the rest of us applauding like eejits — well, you’d think he’d just won a million, billion euros. Chris Tarrant, eat your heart out.