Big. Loud. Sexy. Rouge is not your average cirque. Rouge is ‘categorically not high art’- that’s the promise made to us at the start of the show by its designated compere. We are also advised that though photography is allowed- nay, encouraged so long as you tag them- please don’t do it while we’re naked. Ah, it’s going to be that kind of show.
Rouge is in many ways reminiscent of an Ann Summers dressing room; it’s rhinestoned, feathered, tassled. However, rather than watching harried women getting undressed into their best approximation of what their husbands might like to see them in, we are instead treated to people of all persuasions getting undressed to backflip, spin, twerk, and set themselves on fire.
There are all the classic circus moves you would expect to find in any big top, recontextualised to fit Rouge’s sexy MO. No animals are harmed in the production, because our sword swallowing dominatrix turns the whips on her male assistants instead. A new take on the idea of a freak show, if you will.
Rouge has a real variety of acts that it showcases in its hour runtime. A gorgeous opera singer, dancers, acrobats all get their moment to shine. The technical skills on display are very impressive and shines through the show’s naughtier moments. Rouge came recommended for me by others who had seen it and I can only pass on that acclaim. It’s very fun and I think you should pay the £20 to experience it for yourself.
Rouge, Assembly Rooms, 20:25, until August 25.
