by Jason Booker
From the imagination of performer Sandrine Lafond, this mostly entertaining forty-minute solo clown amuses with an amicable and adorable lead character. The show opens with Little Lady’s bum in the air, head burrowed into a stuffed doll: she is asleep. Once she arises, Lady cleans herself, eats whatever is prepared by her magical covered salvers and watches television. Charming though she is, dressed in her orange jumper, oversized rhinestone glasses and fur jacket, vaguely resembling the Gray Gardens ladies, the routine of watching this young clown’s days pass drags without a discernible plot or through-line. Even when the pattern of her activities is broken by nightmares, which may be off-putting to a family audience, no purpose for the adventure emerges. During one of her nocturnal recesses, Lady sprouts an oversized bum with matching breasts, transforming the show into a musing on puberty and maturity. Or maybe the mutation is simply regression of the older clown into her younger self, as she previously had been walking on her toes with a knee-high cane and knitted to televised instructions quite comically. Directed by John Turner of Mump and Smoot fame, Lafond has a fantastic physicality in the role and engages and flirts with her sometimes unwilling audience nicely, however without a clear journey for this clown, Little Lady’s performance fizzles before arriving at its conclusion.