It’s great to see some of the smaller shows at the MICF, as it’s like a box of assorted chocolates: some you love, some you just don’t like, but they’ve all got something.
Yeti’s Demon Dive Bar is a warm, intimate show. From the moment you enter, as one of the pair of performers guides you to your seats or throws popcorn around. Along the way to the show’s all-dancing finale they try to connect with as many of the audience as they can. They give us nicknames, (I was Fluff , another guy Business, and a third Zippy), or ask our names (and remember them) through the show.
Both women play and sing songs; they riff on being a Cath-o-Lick Lick Lick and the Res-Erection. About half of the show involves audience interaction in one way or another: they have a shoot-out with ping pong balls; one of them mimes long story as the other sits on a victim’s lap; a magic sequence goes awry.
One of my companions thought they shouldn’t depend so much on their sexuality to make the show funny but I felt that they did this primarily to draw attention to it and undermine it. Although lascivious at times, it felt ironic and full of artifice.
The show is well-scripted but still has room for improvisation. Although there is a messy aspect to the show (some costume changes were a bit clumsy and some skits not fully developed), I found this endearing rather than amateurish.
The Yeti’s play at being ridiculous and over the top, from accents and voice mannerisms to the sweaty yeti suits they wear until the finale when they finally get some cool air under all that wool.
Their end of show thank yous were heartfelt and genuine. The occasional awkwardness notwithstanding, the Yeti’s Demon Dive Bar is a great place to visit.