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WAYNE CARTER TEACHES YOU TO BE FABULOUS

Cabaret

Venue:The Newsroom, 5 - 11 Leith Street Edinburgh EH1 3AT
Phone: 0131 557 5830
Links: Click Here for venue details, Click here for map
Ticket Prices: FREE AND UNTICKETED  
Room: The Downstairs Bar
AUG 4-28 at 17:00 (60 min)
 
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Can a man in a frock with questionable facial (and leg) fuzz teach you to be fabulous? Yes, even against the odds. 'consistently hilarious and perpetually bizarre' Wayne Carter brings his Fabulous show back to Edinburgh after a successful run at Adelaide fringe earlier this year. using a myriad of dances, lip syncs and some confessional stand up Wayne carter teaches his audience how to be fabulous. If you love silliness, random antics and a crazy game of 'never have i ever' then this show is for you!


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August 8, 2016  ScotsGay
Review
Nestled in the basement of the Newsroom, there lurks a bearded bear in a polka-dot dress, holding court in his otherworldly realm. It’s only previews and that’s normally a no-no for reviewing but the lad’s just done a show in Maryhill so I figure he’s ready and I kept missing his show last year at the Market Street Arches, so I wanted to get in early.



The show opens and he is resplendent in a black and white gown and blue sequin jacket. Welcome to the happy gender frottage from down under. Drag doesn’t have to be pretty, skinny and fishy – it can be a great slab of meat, served with a pair of hairy buns in a jockstrap and frock. Carter dominates (well he is a top) his audience with an acerbic wit and playfulness that is infectious like an STI.



I was worried from the title and images, let alone the 5pm slot, that this was going to be a little safe, or that it would feel like he was pandering to a straight audience. That just isn’t the case. We are all his happy, fierce submissive bitches clapping and purring for more. There’s a rough and ready romanticism to the notion of a penniless bearlesque performer that we’ve all bought into by the end of the hour.



He admits that he’s just being his authentic on stage, or at least a “fat disgusting ugly cunt in a dress”. In truth his strip tease is charming and titilating, his stories cringeworthy and comforting and everyone walks away feeling special. He just lets his inner 8-year-old faerie princess dungeon sex pig run wild and it’s enchanting in a way.



OK, so he’s not polished and after having toured this show for a year now the expectation is that he should be. So what? He’s filthy, crass and delightful. By the time you walk away you feel like he’s the kind of mate (with or without benefits) you could as happily go to the sauna or op-shopping for drag with. Or do guest spots around town, both of you in dresses running Kath & Kim monologues together. That’s worth few quid in his bucket. Click Here

August 7, 2016  Chortle
Review
‘There’s no safe space here,’ Wayne Carter says, threatening that his aggressive audience participation will amount to ‘professional rape’, no less. But although he portrays himself as a predator, he’s way too amiable to create any real sense of danger. Certainly in a world of cabaret where his cross-dressing barely raises an eyebrow, his flamboyant flirting is almost (whisper it) conventional.

However he’s got the stories to convince us that he’s not, from getting off with a medical professional at work or shitting himself in a convenience store car park. It’s self-indulgent – how could it not be? – but not just in terms of the ‘me, me, me’ content. For routines often pan out in a woolly manner with Carter hoping his personality will cover weak writing Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t.

He opens by lip-synching to a track that plays up the idea of him as a glamorous attention-seeking vamp. ‘Flash photography,’ we are warned. ‘Is mandatory’ – how else can his fabulousness be shared with the world? But, as he will later have to admit, the show descends into a ‘slag talking about how he got syphilis’.

The show’s ideal of high-camp, waspish humour contrasts with stand-up sections, which are told without pizzazz – and often without a sense of purpose. Each set up as a round of ‘never have I ever’. they are more conversations that punchy, honed stand-up – so no wonder some of the more chatty elements of the room take their cue to engage with him, making for a very loose performance.

But he has interesting tales and background, including a big chunk of indigenous Australian DNA. While some of the more scurrilous tales are cringe-inducingly memorable, others don’t amount to much. His coming out story is robbed of drama as his okker ‘lads’ lad’ dad immediately accepts the fact, while his ‘never have I ever… had sex on a first date’ is just exactly that, no punchline, just a fairly bald, universal fact. And if you have to consider whether a thought is racist – as Carter does in an anecdote where he is astonished to find a black man being camp – it probably is.

Changes in costume – typically everyday chic more than drag queen fabulous – are covered by his stand-up guest, today Nicky Osborne, a sort of slow-mo Lee Evans, having adopted many of his nervous tics and hesitant umms as well as his penchant for quite easy observational humour, which Osbourne mixes in with cheap gags about Prince Harry being ginger, for instance, or Twitter-style puns.

As for Carter himself, despite – or perhaps because of – his willingly confessed screwed-up behaviour, he comes across as friendly and surprisingly approachable. And so, when he mock-seduces some of the straight men in he audience, it’s not with the menace he foreshadowed. He’s just being over-friendly. Click Here

March 3, 2016  Kryztoff
Review
Wayne Carter returns to his home of Adelaide after several years of living and performing in London to share his hilarious and outrageous stories. From his (mis) adventures at a school camp to his sexcapades through the UK and Europe, Wayne delivers sordid and humorous tales.
The show employs a number of musical interludes, all an opportunity for Carter to demonstrate his dancing abilities. At one point he invited an audience member on stage and was clearly surprised to see the participant dancing so well and enthusiastically.
Wayne’s first solo show is a hit, he has clearly identified his audience and they laugh uproariously at his jokes. This entertainingly lecherous show is a huge amount of fun, perfect for a mid week laugh!
Head along to the Griffin’s Head hotel to see ‘the most normal member’ of the Carter family performing from 8:45pm every night except Sunday. Click Here

February 25, 2016 Broadsheet Adelaide
News
www.broadsheet.com.au/adelaide/entertainment/day-life-fringe-performers Click Here

August 16, 2015  EDFringe Review
Review
“So I’m gay…” Wayne Carter offers this breathy revelation following his somewhat crazed opening routine - a musical miming montage that culminates in an energetic two-handed fellatio simulation to booming opera. He is wearing a dress and a strange sort of prayer shawl. Needless to say, his admission of his sexual preferences was hardly startling.
Wayne Carter Teaches You To Be Fabulous is an eclectic show, performed in a characterful old railway arch and attended largely by audiences who are already a few drinks down. Part Cabaret, part stand-up, part physical comedy, it is a thoroughly odd, and a thoroughly enjoyable hour.
Comedians often attempt to establish common ground to endear themselves to an audience, the humour arriving as a result of relatability and recognition. Wayne’s confessional narrative basically does the opposite. Interspersed with various ‘never have I ever’s’ that would stump even the most depraved mind, the increasingly obtuse offerings, such as the eloquent “I thought my sister was my daughter because my Mum sat on a cummy toilet seat”, had the fairly well filled war bunker of a venue in fits of uncomfortable laughter.
Consistently hilarious and perpetually bizarre, the show is a hidden gem largely due to the likeability of its protagonist who navigates his material in an utterly shameless manner, changing dresses onstage and flirting relentlessly with every male in sight.
From the story of his family blow job technique – an heirloom of sorts passed down the female bloodline for three generations – to the climactic dance onstage of two male audience members (one sporting a fetching yellow dress) the show seemed to even surprise the man himself.
Wayne may not teach you to be fabulous, may not teach you anything, but certainly leaves you with a feeling of immense wellbeing. No matter how weird you may think you are, chances are you’ve got nothing on this guy, who provides a free comedy show to rival many of its paid counterparts. A map may be required find the venue, but the search is most definitely worth it. Click Here

August 16, 2015  EDFringe Review
Review
Wayne Carter’s set is one of those late night shows where everyone in the audience appears to be at least slightly inebriated. Tucked into of the old railway arches, the performance space could hardly be classified as a room – it was more of a cave. The amenities leave much to be desired (there are no proper toilets other than portaloos). And yet the rough-and-ready vibe of the space perfectly mirrored the un-veneered tone of Wayne Carter’s act. Endearingly delighted by the unexpected audience of double figures (“I have actual people!”), he proceeded to introduce himself to the audience with a twirl of his black and white striped chiffon cocktail dress, attire that was not as incongruent with his bald head and beard as one might expect.
Carter spent the first five to ten minutes of his act gleefully prancing around the stage miming along to an eclectic selection of music from Mozart to Christina Aguilera, easily winning over his (admittedly pliable) audience. The dance routine involved some explicit gesturing and much hilarity and might have been the most uninhibited thing I have ever seen. The audience was audibly disappointed by the abrupt ending of the ‘cabaret’ section to the show, however the disappointment was fleeting as Carter launched into a self-eviscerating and at times surreal set, following a quick costume change into a sparkly wrap-around dress.
Plato, Hobbes and Aristotle have all attested that the root of all humour is in somebody else’s misfortune. If so then it must be said that Wayne Carter’s greatest forte is in his ability to laugh at himself and at his own misfortune – and he has experienced much misfortune. His set was as much an exploration of the concept of masculinity for a man who happens to like wearing dresses as the most hilarious game of ‘never have I ever…’ – of which Carter was the clear champion, with some confessional comedy thrown in for good measure. Carter’s ebullient personality and lively audience interaction made for a relaxed atmosphere in the room made for a hugely entertaining show. I came away with cheeks sore from laughing and a desire to be best friends with Wayne Carter.
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