It’s nicely performed by the Australian cast, and it includes Venus spending much of the evening in her underwear and the wife spanking her husband (impressively hard) with a riding crop. It also features the limpest dick you’ll see this side of the government front bench when a strap-on makes a climactic (or, in fact, not) appearance. It’s silly rather than sexy, and a show to laugh with rather than blush at.
Despite its quirky charm, the play is pretty thin, although more nuanced than one might expect from the subject, and the production lacks the pace and presentational flair which the writing seems to lend itself to.
Flirt Fiction may be less than orgasmic but it’s far from limp.
- Benet Catty