Sugartime’s: Bollywood, Beehives & Burlesque
Burlesque shares this with Bollywood, you buy a reasonably priced ticket and you get a lot of bang for your buck ! And so it was as the Sugartime Burlesque paid tribute to the colour and glamour of Bollywood …
Shezly
Dancing a glorious traditional court nritya, the first bright star out dazzled with her disciplined moves. Leading a hipster trail of worshipers toward the divine show of fun to come, her enticing eyes and marvelous mudras set a note of talent – we were in for a night of something special.
Calcutta Swing Katz
On the pilgrimage track or in the flea market, there is always a show. Unlikely talents and skills are witnessed, thrown together in this populous cabaret republic. Pretty soon tourists were hassled and haggled by Bolly dollies and Calcutta swingers were cutting a rug in cabaret play.
Sheena
Sheena was a Bollywood dancer channeling a disco incarnation; she spun a hustle as she stomped a courtesan’s bhava. Her risqué show made a mix of styles found only here, Darlo-wood. Excellent choreography met playfulness of context, tonight was a masala of mixes.
Kira Hula La
Kira Hula shivini-la la, was multi-armed, multi-hooped and multi-tasking. She has the cute face and adept charm of a deity telling a tale that loops and weaves about the stage in sweet sport. Boom-biddy-boom-biddy-boom. Kira Hula’s yoga whilst spinning any number of hoops in orbit of her fine voluptuous form would have been merely mesmeric and astounding, if it wasn’t for her ability to put a smile on our faces simultaneously by manifesting many arms and singing a duet, hilariously dancing with a puppet. She bent over backwards to please, and goodness gracious me, she did so.
Bindia Sparkle
A cultural crossover couple shimmied across the betinseled stage in a Bollywood cheesecake style; strangely only possible like this in an east meets north, west and great southernland city like Sydney. Second glance-worthy and Sparkling third-eyefuls in the sparkling emerald city.
A new and tempting import, Miss Vesper White did a little number right out of the box, with a little tease leaving the punters wanting more. If you find any cargo like this down on the docks she is one to keep an eye on.
Mélange
Mélange did it Bollywood style, team dancing with beaming smiles and Bombay bombshell bravura. Dancing with energy usually only found in a maharaja’s wedding scene. Metabolic melodrama bounded around the stage. A frenzy of colour splashed with a riot of music across the room. The energy contained in one dance from this radiant group set the night alight, with power to spare for a … film lot.
Shiva
Something for the ladies gyrated out onto the stage. The Sword and Snake dancer had arrived, girls watched very carefully as he practiced his undulating and vibrating arts over every portion of his anatomy that he could get to undulate and/or vibrate. The skills involved in his numbers were not lost on any onlooker. With supreme control over his weapon established, he took one last bow with his snake in hand having worked up a sweat entertaining us all.
La Vivianna.
Vivid visions of divine vivaciousness were let loose, two tending tenderlings plied their charms upon the idol and soon talent transcended it’s clothing. This exotic idol once unveiled revealed herself in all her glory. A body so hot her temple beauties had to douse her. With one more glimmering step this carnal incarnation was shimmering like the milky way. Many an acolyte heard to say ‘ she could be my yogini any day’.
Premiering troupe, the Go-go Army, amongst whose ranks file some of the most polished performers enlisted in any dishabille’s force in town, is made of stars.The many armed goddess danced the divine dance of creation. Go-go girls got tantric then electric, from the sacred to the mean streets of Mumbai-Darlo in a twist. The beehives were out ! What a glorious bevy of beauties in the temple tonight.
Dum-dum dj’s were no dumb dumbs, with hot-cooked vinyl late into the night. The Dj steam on the dance floor was a vitalizing force…dancers joined and aligned their dizzy shakras all around, as the best cheese of Bollywood shone on the silver screen above the stalls.
Dancing , I saw DJ Mr Mai Tai. A man who has travelled the silken roads of exotica, traded spice for rare discs of gold, has dwelt and learned at the rhythmic feet of music mystics and returned to us with go-go ragas and beautiful visions. Mai tai offers dancefloors that are exciting and uplifting, atmospheres that intrigue.
The night is live. The acts are real. It is movement created before your eyes. It is colour that is missing from the ’cool’ these days, in these premeditated PR & Events based days. Where rudeness is counted as personality and mere flesh alone is touted as sexy. But as any sadhu will tell you, the burlesque world is full of illusion. True transporting experiences only come with dedication to the search for beauty and burlesque beauty is a strange love.
