The premise for Breakfast Bedlam, Live! is a rich comedy vein. Let's face it, we all remember kids TV with some fondness, and this is a complete pastiche of the genre.
Upon entering the venue, you'll soon realise this is no longer a theatre but a TV studio, where the floor manager is mingling with the crowd and barking instructions into her headset mic. Ostensibly, we are all 10-year-olds now playing the audience to a typical Saturday morning kids show, and with the barked countdown the show goes up.
All the elements are here to play parody to the format. The vacuous female presenter, the gay male presenter, the disgruntled mascot, hair & makeup, dodgy boybands, American children's sitcoms, the arcade games designed to play over the telephone, and; well, about a hundred other ideas. The problem is, there may be just too many ideas here and the script has become overworked and contrived.
There's also character confusion, possibly again born from trying to cram too many concepts into it, and a good stripping back of the fluff would help tremendously.
