"[]" - Roger Ebert, the Chicago Sun-Times
"Never has chaos looked so good." - Morgan Joy, “Peggy’s Place,” “the Sweet and Sultry Burlesque”
"(a) Toronto icon." - Adam Mohammand, the Flop Shop
“[She has an] innate sense of balance” Joseph Swanek, Guelph School of Art
“Stunning” - Randall Willis, “So, What’s Your Story?”
What is(n’t) it about? (While) definitely her, it could very well be (about) Jennything.
Developed initially as an experiment in taking the explicit instructions in the band Pulp’s lyrics verbatim, self-expl(or/an)atory (incid/ev)ent(ertainment) ([industr/historian]ian) Jenna Shows once again takes to the Sweet Action stage for an evening of music, mystery, and mayhem. Incorporating audience feedback from its previous presentation Jenna invites you to find out just how differently she can perform (some of) the same songs (and dances).
In its first iteration as the solo show that she has been working on (mostly virtually through her Instagram persona @jennythingshows) for almost eight years solid, Jenna invited Sweet Action owner and proprietor, and multi-award winning clown (father) Gordon Neill to “live-direct” the first ongoing work-in-progress. Last month she passed the reins to Cirque du Soleil alum Jesse Buck (aka: Professor Eff). Who will be next?
(Witness) the walking jukebox musical and shame(ful)/less) Anglophiliac Jenna Show(s) (and tells?) clown-based solo improv [that] playfully delves into the intricacies of late-diagnosed neurodivergence. Through elaborate musical numbers (gone awry), Leqoc-inspired neutral mask (meditations in motion), (rambling) monologues that expose her (lack of) executive functioning, Jenna invites the audience into her playful world of chaotic awkwardness all in the service of basic human presence.
Come join in the pro(c/gr)ess: maybe you’ll want to direct her (one day) too/and see how it unfolds right before, and because of your very eyes.
A trad wife by trad(e) in her leisure (time/dreams) you may find her at home ironing her underwear.
DISCLAIMER: this show *may* (or may) [not] (end up) be(ing) a comedy, (but you will) laugh.