If you were one of the few people who managed to squeeze in to see this show, by 2XL Productions, on its lamentably short run, then you've had more fun than most theatregoers in Hong Kong.
I've always wanted to write 'I laughed till I cried' about a show, and because this performance was so cliche-packed, I finally get my chance.
Who knows whether Jamie Wilson's high-camp drag show is meant to be so bad that it's hilarious. The sound failed repeatedly, the video clips ran late, the props were in the wrong place and the accents were atrocious. And did the actors miss as many cues as I think? Well, nobody cared, believe me.
Willie's Angels - think spoof on Charlie's Angels, think am-dram after the cast have overdosed on speed, think Priscilla, Queen Of The Desert out-takes - is easily the funniest show I've seen in town.
Act one: someone has murdered world-famous fashion designer Johnny Fatarse and the main suspect is his suspiciously blonde, over-tanned sister, Belladonna. But the Angels (Filomar Tariao, Wilson and Richard Newby) rise to the occasion, determined to find out whodunit with only 10 minutes to save the world and . . . oh forget the plot. You couldn't hear the erratically paced script most of the time, anyway, amid all the wig-tossing, heel-wrecking, nail-breaking action. There was a nice little twist in the tale. But whose tail got twisted? Pretty much everybody's, actually.
How this farce got past Hong Kong's censors is a mystery. Vibrating hairdryers, rug munchers, Belladonna (Laura Zarvou Or) going down on undercover Angels' leader Bosley's 'aubergine'.