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JEEZUS!

★★★½

Underbelly Boulevard

JEEZUS!

Underbelly Boulevard

★★★½

“irreverent, inventive, and occasionally chaotic”

Born in late-80s Lima to a mother who calls him her “miracle baby,” Jesús grows up in the shadow of both the church and his homophobic father’s military career. As he prepares for his first holy communion, Jesús finds himself navigating life and faith. For while the church hails him as a model altar boy, he is experiencing revelations of his own — namely, a growing attraction to none other than Jesus Christ himself, whose long hair and big feet leave the boy questioning everything he knows about where worship begins and desire ends.

It’s a setup ripe for melodrama, but Alpaqa Theatre Collective’s Jeezus! opens at Soho’s Underbelly Boulevard with a wink rather than a sermon. As Jesús (played throughout by Sergio Antonio Maggiolo) struts onto the stage, adorned in bright white and purple ecclesiastical garments (Carolina Rieckhof) alongside Guido Garcia Lueches (who multi-roles throughout), their innuendo-laden script quickly sets up a bawdy, irreverent look at faith and queer love.

The production makes inventive use of its small space. A screen at the back of the stage projects chapter-like titles that borrow from ecclesiastical events and Bible passages, guiding the audience through Jesús’ journey and occasionally pairing with playful lighting cues that draw out some of the show’s recurring motifs. There’s even a full AV sequence that leans into a deliberate “so-bad-it’s-good” aesthetic — a choice that fits perfectly with the show’s irreverent humour and self-awareness.

Laura Killen’s direction keeps the energy high and the tone well judged, ensuring the chaos always feels intentional rather than uncontrolled. At times, her touch even elevates the script with knowing nods — there’s a particularly great scene in which the pair subtly re-enact famous Mary and Jesus imagery while talking. The only criticism is that some of the staging sits too low on the floor, meaning those beyond the third row miss out on parts of the action.

Special mention must be given to both actors, who deliver excellent performances throughout. Antonio Maggiolo is superb as the beating heart of the show, with strong physical comedy, while Garcia Lueches’ multi-role performance shows incredible comic timing and range, providing something new and fresh to play off in every scene. From perverted priests to a scene where he bounces effortlessly between Jesús’ mother and father — sometimes mid-sentence — and even the son of God himself, there’s no role he doesn’t take on with aplomb.

The music flits between a range of genres — from acoustic ballads to energetic pop — and at one point even features a revised rendition of Carmina Burana: O Fortuna that will have you chuckling (a sentence I never thought I’d write). Both the music and vocals do their job with conviction and sincerity, even if this isn’t the sort of score that’ll stick in your head on the journey home. The dance choreography (Vivian Gabel), though inherently basic, carries an earnest energy that feels true to the production’s scrappy, heartfelt tone. This isn’t a West End-scale musical, nor does it try to be; instead, Jeezus! succeeds as a piece that’s genuinely greater than the sum of its parts.

And despite the shock value and bawdy entertainment (I imagine devout Catholics will find it a harder watch than this lapsed one), there’s a tenderness underpinning the entire piece. At its heart, the show is less concerned with provocation and more interested in reconciling queer identity with faith — in exploring how devotion and desire can coexist. That emotional thread keeps the show grounded, even when the humour teeters toward excess (there’s one moment, in particular, where it feels the dick jokes might tip the show over the edge, though thankfully it never does).

As with many Fringe productions, you’re often left in one of two camps: grateful it was only an hour, or wishing it had the space to breathe; this firmly falls into the latter. Its pace is brisk — enjoyable, yes — but at times it skims across the surface of ideas that deserve a deeper dive. It leaves you wondering how much more potent it could be with just twenty extra minutes to let those emotional beats land and explore characters in greater depth.

Still, that brevity doesn’t dampen its charm. At its best, Jeezus! feels like a two-man fusion of recent West End successes — Operation Mincemeat and The Book of Mormon — part camp parody, part heartfelt confession. It’s irreverent, inventive, and occasionally chaotic, but behind its blasphemous grin beats a very sincere heart.



JEEZUS!

Underbelly Boulevard

Reviewed on 16th October 2025

by Daniel Outis

Photography by Charlie Flint


 

 

 

 

JEEZUS

JEEZUS

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DEAR ANNIE, I HATE YOU

★★★★

Riverside Studios

DEAR ANNIE, I HATE YOU

Riverside Studios

★★★★

“Ipema is a wonderful storyteller. She leads us through her story with both humour and a certain poetry”

It’s a dangerous thing, walking out your front door. Especially for Sam — because there’s a ticking time bomb nestled in her brain. A clipped, but still very dangerous little aneurysm which she not-so-affectionately refers to as “Annie”.

Dear Annie, I Hate You is Sam Ipema’s autobiographical journey through young adulthood and the event that stopped her cold at just 20 years old. She weaves a lovely, warm tale about growing up with her adopted brother Micah, who lives with Down’s Syndrome. They pretend to be superheroes, they revel in imagination together, and he thinks of her as his own personal Batman — until Sam realises that other kids her age don’t think that’s cool anymore. She tells Micah to get his own friends, as she gets her own too. The classic ups and downs of adolescence ensue. There are boys, there’s gossip, and through it all, Sam is just trying to figure out who she is and what she wants. She falls in love with soccer, proudly becoming the only woman on a Division Four men’s team… then she sustains a head injury in a match, and all hell breaks loose. It’s lucky, she’s told, that she had the scans — that her aneurysm was found before it burst, potentially killing her. But how can you tell someone it’s lucky to find out that there’s a bomb in your head?

Ipema is a wonderful storyteller. She leads us through her story with both humour and a certain poetry. When she engages with the audience, you can tell they’re charmed by her. The personification of her aneurysm, “Annie”, played by Eleanor House is nothing short of sublime, especially as she introduces herself. She’s chaos incarnate, but she’s also desperately trying to get Sam to pay attention to her, almost as though she has more concern for Sam’s life than even Sam does. The performances are beautifully aided by simple, but effective set design by Hugo Dodsworth and the videography work from Douglas Coghlan and Dan Light is exceptional. The analog media on display here is a fun and interesting addition, as it beckons us (well, some of us, I’m sure) back to our own childhoods. But there’s one scene in particular that really makes it feel beyond genius — when Sam places one of the many televisions over Annie’s head and walks us through the procedure she underwent, having her aneurysm clipped. It’s definitely a bit graphic, but it’s also fascinating and viscerally real.

As we arrive at Sam’s recovery, it does feel a bit like something is missing. It’s all a touch too neat. Sam talks about the difficulties of her recovery, the excruciating pain, the loneliness of it all, and the existential dread that comes with knowing that “Annie” could still burst and potentially kill her at any moment. Yet for some reason, it doesn’t feel like it quite lands the emotional punch that it should. But maybe that’s the point of it all, really — even these massive, traumatic events are just blips in the overall scheme of things. No matter what, we’ve just got to keep putting one foot in front of the other.



DEAR ANNIE, I HATE YOU

Riverside Studios

Reviewed on 12th May 2025

by Stacey Cullen

Photography by Charlie Flint

 

 

 


 

 

Last ten shows reviewed at this venue:

THE EMPIRE STRIPS BACK | ★★★★★ | May 2025
SISYPHEAN QUICK FIX  | ★★★ | March 2025
SECOND BEST | ★★★★ | February 2025
HERE YOU COME AGAIN | ★★★★ | December 2024
DECK THE STALLS | ★★★ | December 2024
THE UNSEEN | ★★★★ | November 2024
FRENCH TOAST | ★★★★ | October 2024
KIM’S CONVENIENCE | ★★★ | September 2024
THE WEYARD SISTERS | ★★ | August 2024
MADWOMEN OF THE WEST | ★★ | August 2024

 

 

DEAR ANNIE

DEAR ANNIE

DEAR ANNIE