Candy Gigi is a terrifying young woman who pursues young men in a stained wedding dress, and is bent on getting married to someone, anyone, no matter that she brushes her teeth with a loo brush, displaying a set of choppers that a young Yootha Joyce would have been proud of.
She also plays piano with a bunch of carrots, dances with a pig face and a large inflatable phallus, sings opera and has a strange idea of how to apply lipstick.
It was a tour de force of fearless female physical comedy seldom seen in a woman, but this reviewer was left wondering where Ms Gigi goes from here.
For all its manic energy and her undoubted talents, it is something of a one-trick pony as a show and only half an hour long. It is also dangerously reliant on a willing male victim who could easily turn on Ms Gigi or refuse to play along.
The show did not really hang together or make enough sense.
Even for a madwoman, it still needed some context. Craziness alone was not enough to carry it.
**** for raw talent but just ** for material.