I didn’t know where to look. After being quite forcefully proven wrong of my initial assumption that at least one of the Two Wrongies was a man, my nightmare continued with splits, lunges and toe-touching – all performed stark bollock naked with a notable absence of bollocks. The premise for this show, according to the bill, is comedy, dance, and synchronised swimming. Well, I got the dance, and the synchronisation wasn’t too bad, but where was the comedy? Was it meant to come from the absurd but faintly irritating non-sequiturs? Or were we supposed to find some amusement in nakedness? Is graphically miming various sex acts for ten painful minutes funny? If that was comedy, then it was in very poor taste. No one can doubt their gumption, and Avis Cockbill and Janine Fletcher are certainly brave to bare all in front of a predominantly middle-aged male audience, but there really was no need. These ladies have a skill and precision in their dance and physical expression that is instantly tarnished by the tawdry act of taking their clothes off. They seem to be striving to shock their audience, but with this achieved, the audience are given nothing else. Even as absurdist sketch comedy the show leaves us hanging, with no true characterisation, and the running theme is unclear and at times abandoned.Some of the pieces are well conceived and executed, and shreds of humour are to be found here and there amongst the confusion and needless nudity. Perhaps if the Two Wrongies realise they are not playing to a pre-teen audience who find nudity hilarious, or bill themselves as something other than comedy, or just put some blessed clothes on, then this show could stand a chance of being more than just a toe-curlingly painful hour.
