Malthouse Theatre

It takes a lot to keep a gloriously body-positive, anarchically queer feminist cabaret queen down. Tragically, a lot, in this instance, is a particularly heinous blast of pneumonia that ripped through the entire cast of outré creative company Fat Fruit. With the illness hitting Sarah Ward hardest, she’s had to temporarily pull out of F Christmas, the dashingly irreverent and indecently undressed seasonal hullaballoo she penned and planned to perform in. Powerhouse director Susie Dee (Runt) – who co-created the work with musical director Bec Matthews, Ward’s partner in life and stagecraft – announces the bin-able news next to a skip at the edge of the Malthouse’s Merlyn Theatre. Designer Romanie Harper has transformed the space into a slightly skew-whiff Santa’s grotto set ablaze by Monique Aucher’s blood-red lighting. Torn wrapping paper ribbons adorn a gigantic, stage-spanning garland that utterly dwarfs Dee. It takes her a couple of coughs – hopefully not lurgy-related – to grab everyone’s attention, announcing that the magnificent Milo Hartill will step in. The show must go on, and unfortunate theatrical mishaps have a funny way of working out way more than okay. Despite having less than a week to rehearse, Harthill, the glorious mind behind button-pushing solo show Black, Fat and F**gy, is glitter dust personified in a gold-sequinned dress. She brings an extra spicy tickle to her role as Geraldine, playing on the trope that any generic woman will do to host a dazzlingly w