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Danielle Ward's Lies review
However, I saw her again a few weeks later at Kings Place, just North of Kings Cross Station, London, by which time her set had changed a lot. Despite the fact that her telephone prop didn't work, she put on a frenetic show that combined eye socket buggery, Thai politicians and a story about how her first sexual experience had been a late bloomer University fumble in which she had tugged a chap off into a bin. Who said romance is dead.
The highlight of the show, however, had been building throughout everything else and it was the comedy equivalent of the twist at the end of The Sixth Sense where you find out that Bruce Willace had in fact been dead for some time and sinisterly haunting poor Haley Joel Osment on the sly (I saw it coming to be honest - that scene where he's sexing up Demi Moore at the pottery wheel was a dead give-away). Amongst all of the stories she had been spinning she kept coming back to one about her friend in the Sea Cadets; how she had trained with him and secretly loved up, how they had taken flying lessons together and finally how he had died sadly at sea trying to save her. It isn't until the very end of the show that the penny drops when Danielle slips on a pair of aviators to the tune of Top Gun's theme song and you realise the sheer genius of the show.
You will probably never get a chance to see "Lies" for yourself, as it has now finished (I wish I had seen it at the Edinburgh festival for a hat trick). However, if you ever get a chance to see one of Danielle Ward's future performances, it'll be well worth the homo-erotically charged journey.
4/5
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