Vulva Va-Voom: Hollywood Psychic of the Golden Age

Gritty cabaret comedian Miss Vulva Va-Voom has a mysterious new gift . . . or is that "grift?"

This burlesque headliner has abandoned theri usual Neo-Vaudeville schtick in favor of a new (allegedly) supernatural talent for contacting stars of the '40s and '50s. With help from a dummy possessed by the spirit of Jimmy Stewart, the notorious nightclub ne'er-do-well struggles against an uptight intellectual property lawyer and-- more importantly-- the fleeting nature of fame itself.

In Vulva's signature "very much R-rated" style, expect sexy seances, cerebral historical minutiae, and highly inappropriate song-and-dance numbers. Will anyone (apart from diehard cinephiles and Turner Classic Movies subscribers) catch half of Vulva's obscure references? Absolutely not. That's where the sophomoric jokes, low-cut brassieres, and booty shorts come in.

From the mind (and body) behind multiple Fringe Award-winning pieces comes this latest aberration. It's spooky, nerdy, risque, and wholly unconcerned with the audience's lack of knowledge about the 1930s studio contract system.

Is this show just a gimmick to put hilariously problematic statements into the mouths of long-dead starlets? No, it's a screwball cavalcade of glam-meets-goth jackassery! Come for the bad impressions of celebrities you vaguely remember your grandmother mentioning, stay for the outrageous hip-to-waist ratio.