The Alexandra Theatre, Birmingham, Tuesday 23rd November, 2021
This raucous whodunit bears the hallmarks of a classic country house murder mystery. It’s 1991, and a group of strangers assembles in the remote Shantay Manor on a stormy night. The bodies start piling up, the fingers get pointing and accusations fly… But it’s almost as though the plot is unimportant in Holly Stars’s anarchic script. Part-parody, part showcase, the show provides opportunities for its cast of drag queens and kings to shine.
Lady of the house, Rosebud von Fistenburg (Vinegar Strokes) opens the show with a Bassey-esque number, before her guests start to arrive. Vinegar Strokes impresses throughout, never falling short of absolutely hilarious, in a high camp portrayal of the upper-class hostess. The performance is the backbone of the show, setting the tone (albeit a low one!).
Drag Race legend, Willam dazzles as pretty pop starlet ‘Shazza’, knowing when to turn up the melodrama and when to throw lines away for maximum comic impact. Willam has star quality oozing out of him—I think that’s what it is, anyway. Ra’Jah O’Hara combines stunning beauty with comedic skills in a hugely enjoyable turn as weather girl, Summer Rains. Karen From Finance brings an antipodean twang to proceedings, power-dressed to the nines as gutter journalist Morgan Pierce, of The World of the News—subtlety is not on the menu tonight.
The Queens are more than ably supported by Georgia Frost as sexist film-maker, Phil Maker, and by Richard Energy, as Tory MP Rich Whiteman. Male stereotypes are sent up mercilessly—and quite right, too!
Holly Stars herself appears as the Bottomley Triplets, who are catering the do, in a sublime display of camp comedy. All the cast are served well by Stars’s script, and she is not shy of writing some juicy parts for herself. One scene in particular has dialogue consisting almost entirely of tongue-twisters! The rest is just daft, laced with pantomime fun and nostalgia for crispy pancakes and arctic rolls.
Director Jesse Jones fills every moment with comic business, heightened reactions, stylised movement and silliness. The result is once you start laughing out loud, you don’t stop. This is far and away the funniest show I have seen in a long time.
Camp, salacious, silly, and ludicrous, Death Drop is a real joy-bringer, proving what I’ve always suspected to be true: drag artists really do make the world a better place.