Simply the most bizarre show you will ever have the unfortunate and detrimental privilege to watch. In all fairness, the title itself, Luke and Harry’s Journey to Sex Colony 01, is pretty self-explanatory, however, it’s my lamentable task to tell you more. In a nutshell, the plot revolves around a series of rituals aimed at the ceremonial cleansing of the audience members’ souls on a foreign planet.
To begin, each of us was secretly led one by one into a small room eerily reminiscent of a dungeon. Anticipation and expectation grew; but, alas it was all for naught. Once inside we were immediately told to sway like trees and feign the sound of the wind by the two performers Harry Carr and Luke Davies. Then, a random audience member was chosen and pulled from the audience to relay instructions from our ‘educators’ to the showgoers.
In truth, the only redeeming factor was an instructional sex video – a parable about a cat who meets a fox at a bus stop, develops carnal knowledge of him/her in the back of a car and is later killed. More suggestive of a cartoon, nonetheless there were brief moments of humour, and it was surprisingly well presented. Moreover, the sci-fi music in the background was well orchestrated, augmenting the overall experience of the presentation. Apparently, the moral to the story was that women shouldn’t talk to strangers on sex colonies.
Next was a game show. Two random audience members had the displeasure of being selected, the winner to be crowned ‘holiday sex monster of the year’. Sporting a lip-synced Italian accent, Carr had each contestant eat a doughnut off a string, pop a balloon with a fake penis, and play a very weird game with a slight resemblance to ‘Guess Who?’. The coup de grâce was a head to head competition: in the quickest time possible, each contestant was to eat a paper mask of each performer’s head. Eventually a winner was declared and several tribal dances ensued. The ‘lucky’ contestant was half-heartedly sacrificed and at long last the show was over.
Though it was supposed to be a purifying experience, in actuality the thoroughly unimpressive voodoo and an overall worrying lack of comedy made for anything but. I’m still not entirely convinced it wasn’t a just a bad dream.
