Flashing, pinging, breathless Las Vegas confessional
This article is from 2009.
Megan Riordan is Lady Luck. Her act is based on her experiences as the daughter of a professional Vegas gambler, and it’s a flashing, pinging, breathless whirlwind of a ride as Megan leaps around the stage (and the venue), driven from one game to the next by the relentless bing! of the sound-system.
To determine which anecdote, which dance, which bite-sized gambler’s philosophy comes next, the audience (some of us seated at baize-covered tables in the front row) toss coins and spin roulette wheels, the results corresponding to options projected onto a screen. In a way, the course of this alternative confessional is unpredictable, but the overwhelming numbers of options are probably deceptive. Our coin, for example, fell on ‘complex’ rather than ‘basic’ vocabulary, but one suspects that the two are similar.
That’s not necessarily a weakness, though. Riordan is a compelling performer, and with the constant bombardment of media, the frantic rush from one flashing, dashing game to the next, the obsessive compulsive drive to get somewhere, only to end up nowhere, Luck is pretty much on the money as an introduction to Vegas culture.
Underbelly’s Hullabaloo, 0844 545 8252, until 31 Aug (not 17), 8.10pm, £9.50–£10.50.