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BERNIE DIETER’S CLUB KABARETT

★★★★

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

BERNIE DIETER’S CLUB KABARETT

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

★★★★

“largely the warmth, affection and beauty shone through and beyond the tent”

Where to start? The full frontal nudity? The death defying acrobotics? The public desecration of a cake? Bernie Dieter’s Club Kabarett has almost everything one could ask for from a Cabaret: an hour’s worth of beautiful burlesque, camp talent (of the circus variety) with an energy so infectious you couldn’t resist clapping and stomping along. By the nature of a variety show each section functioned as its own unique display, so I think the best way to review it is to trace it linearly: starting first with the MC herself.

Bernie Dieter’s story sounds fictitious when she tells it; an eccentric grandmother from behind the iron curtain who formed a sexually liberating travelling circus. But its authenticity, and it is indeed authentic, is so palpable in everything Dieter does; her raunchy audience interactions have so much heart and warmth imbued within the innuendos. Her voice is just stunning and her characterisation immediately harkens back to the cabaret MCs of old. Her “beautiful” acts follow suit without ever missing a beat. First we have a smaller, acrobatic man (Danik Abishev) with truly unfathomably upper core strength. Much of the cabaret to varied extents is explicitly sexy, but I was often so engrossed in the athletic prowess on display that when he stripped to raucous whoops and cheers, I almost couldn’t compute the sudden change in reaction. Dieter asks the audience if we’re “so turned on right now?”, but with every act, it was the sort of “on” I imagine Kant got looking at a big mountain or waterfall. Indeed, when the third act, a wonderful drag ballad from Iva Rosebud culminates in the tearing off of a strap and a full down there exposure, it was the last part of the body that one thought of, since every other muscle was so evidently in tense, spectacular focus.

The second act is a very impressive fire breathing routine from Jacqueline Furey, followed later by the wonderful acrobat Soliana Ersie. The outfits throughout was dazzling if perhaps a little kitsch, and the production design at large was at its zenith here, with an impossibly small box unleashing incredible feats of balance and flexibility which often made me do a double take. It was a shame that she didn’t return, as many others did, for a second show, and indeed, that she and the other acts didn’t collaborate more towards the climax of the production. I would have liked to see how their various skills could have interacted a little bit more, particularly in light of the implicit and explicit ethos of mutual affection and collaboration.

However, that doesn’t detract from the beauty of the acts themselves: finally, we are treated to a truly magnificent trapeze artist (Jarred Dewey) who combined incredible, sculpted strength with angelic grace, flying between their bars as if they were born with them. Scoring all these acts was a wonderful rock three piece who seemed truly flawless throughout, and were justly given their moments to shine. Indeed, the weakest facets were perhaps when their energy was suppressed, momentarily, for more explicit political rebellion. I am not opposed whatsoever to saying that quiet part out loud, particularly in our current political climate, but the tonal whiplash of these moments between a performer nakedly sitting on a cake and another swallowing an LED light felt slightly didactic, and could have been weaved more fluidly into the wider style in my view whilst still maintaining its emotional resonance. Indeed, I felt the explicit expression of queer talent and exploration spoke for itself in large part. But that’s a testament to the vivid wonder of this Kabarett, with its campness never disguising its astounding talent and good heart. There were some odd choices – particularly a random bump of pretend coke during one act which seemed ethically to contradict the show’s messaging – but largely the warmth, affection and beauty shone through and beyond the tent, like a beacon attracting wonderful weirdos from miles around.

 



BERNIE DIETER’S CLUB KABARETT

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

Reviewed on 13th August 2025 at The Beauty at Underbelly’s Circus Hub on the Meadows

by Horatio Holloway

Photography by Alexis D Lea

 

 

 

 

 

BERNIE DIETER

BERNIE DIETER

BERNIE DIETER

LA CLIQUE

★★★★

Christmas in Leicester Square

LA CLIQUE at Christmas in Leicester Square

★★★★

“the perfect Christmas treat”

It was twenty years ago today (well, give or take a couple of months) that David Bates unveiled his alternative cabaret show at the Edinburgh Festival. Although it has grown in stature and reputation over the years it has retained its intimacy and subversive exclusivity – as though it is still a naughty secret for those that are fortunate enough to witness it. Wandering into the Spiegeltent in Leicester Square is like straying into one’s own alternative wonderland – albeit sharing it with a thousand other awe-struck spectators. “La Clique” has attracted many imitators, but Bates’ ability to lure the cream of the cabaret and circus scene into his extended and eccentric family puts the show into a genre of its own; mixing irreverence, sexiness and mayhem with jaw-dropping virtuosity and derring-do.

For the opening night of its twentieth anniversary, there is expectation. A birthday cake came out and the audience were invited to sing ‘Happy Birthday’, but otherwise it is business as usual. In fact, in some ways the show feels slightly more restrained than its previous seasons. Its censorship rating has definitely slipped down the scale – you’d be blushing less if accompanied by your maiden aunt – and the variety seems to be getting a bit slimmer. It is more circus than cabaret now. But no matter. It still thrills and inspires awe, and the performers flirtatiousness demolishes any boundary between the acts and the audience. On that note, if you manage to grab a front row seat you could well find yourself on the stage at some point (take that as a warning or an incitement depending on your preferences).

The drama still weaves through the evening. There is no storyline as such, but there is a natural cohesion between the acts as though an invisible thread links them together. It is the camaraderie we are feeling, and we want to be part of the party. There are a few newcomers to the troupe, including the ‘dysfunctional duo’ (their words – not mine) Isis Clegg-Vinell and Nathan Price. What they do on roller skates is almost beyond words. The advice to remain seated during their act probably sums it up best. They later team up with aerialist Cornelius Atkinson. Solo, Atkinson has already stunned us with his routine, but the three of them together (under the banner of ‘Trio Vertex’) defy the laws of physics, logic, gravity and most certainly good old common sense. The beauty and the danger, coupled with the eroticism and the precision, is what defines the essence of “La Clique”.

Humour runs deep too. Florian Brooks has an elegance and a nonchalance that belies the inventiveness and imagination of a stunning juggling act. Complemented by his reluctant assistant, Bubbles the goldfish (go see for yourself if you think I’m talking gibberish now) we laugh and we gape in equal measure. Asher Treleaven, when not astounding us with his Diablo skills, ups the bawdy humour stakes. As much a comic genius as a circus wizard, his hilarious repartee alone earns the show’s 16+ age guidance. Just when our muscles are being stretched through laughter, our necks take the brunt now as we strain to gaze to the heavens to witness aerialist Miranda Menzies, whose glossy knot of dark hair seems to be the only part of her that prevents her plummeting thirty feet to the ground.

Danik Abishev also balances the risqué with the risky. And with ladders. Oh, and with fire. Even, at one point, using a member of the audience as a prop. As we watch his balancing feats, we are also wondering – and not for the first or last time during the evening – ‘how does he do it?’. Bayley Graham zips through his tap dance routine like a machine gun on speed, leaving us breathless while he still manages to flirt and sip prosecco with the staccato clicks of his heel ricocheting around the tent at an alarming tempo. Stalwart and veteran of “La Clique”, Katharine Arnold, wows, as always, with her sultry sexy choreography that ignores all dimensions of space as she shimmers up and down her silks (no – that’s not a euphemism; it’s a perfectly legitimate circus phrase).

In the past, there has perhaps been more of a sense of real danger. We are left with a tiny nagging feeling that not all the stops have been pulled out for their twentieth birthday. But that is no reason at all not to attend the party. It’s also the fifth year running that the show has made its home in Leicester Square for the festive season. “La Clique” is the perfect Christmas treat. If you’ve never seen it – see it. If you have seen it – see it again. It makes life beautiful for a couple of hours. And don’t forget to pick your jaw up off the floor on the way out.


LA CLIQUE at Christmas in Leicester Square

Reviewed on 12th November 2024

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Craig Sugden

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Previous La Clique reviews:

LA CLIQUE | ★★★★★ | November 2021
LA CLIQUE | ★★★★★ | November 2022

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