went to an attractions park, which had a ride with the restriction:
No adults allowed, unless accompanied by a responsible child.
- Assuming The Chuckles Strike Back to be a similar
affair, I attempt to enlist my little sister to accompany
me to the show. Unfortunately, she is otherwise engaged, leaving
me to go alone, and receive many quizzical looks from the Apollo
I settle into my seat amidst the crowd of small children zestily
singing along to Automatic High by S Club Juniors, I
do feel just a tad little self-conscious
However, once the lights dim and the curtains raise, I can sit back
and relax, safe in the knowledge that I have no cool cynical
teenager image to protect, and I boo and hiss
with the best of them.
Chuckles Strike Back is, as its name suggests, some kind of
every space-epic ever parody, featuring not only the
Starship Exit-prise (groan), but Dark Waders, Luke Sleepwalker,
R2C2 and a plethora of other assorted rip-off characters.
there is virtually no plot, but the planned and predictable gags
are greeted uproariously by the children, whilst a few unamused-looking
fathers sit, artificial smiles firmly affixed to their faces. The
real amusement lies in when it all goes wrong forgotten lines,
malfunctioning props etc. At these points, the actors themselves
collapse into fits of laughter, and even the more cynical members
of the audience are entertained.
being said, theres no doubt that its better than your
average pantomime the Chuckle Brothers trademark catchphrases
and jokes are consistently amusing, though thoroughly predictable.
Magical illusions intersperse the adventures of Paul and Barry,
and even audience participation is taken to a new level when parents
are dragged onto the stage, dressed in bin-bags, and made to run
around chairs for ten minutes before being smothered in cream! Sadly,
Im just beginning to get carried away, shouting loudly ALIENS!
BEHIND YOU! (much to the surprise of the small girl
sitting next to me).
when it suddenly ended
with a performance
of the Chuckles new single, a whistle-blowing, trance-clubbing
"Available soon in all good record shops!"
say I didnt warn you.