Jo Wharmby is a woman on a mission to educate the world about the power of their reproductive organs to give them pleasure. It's a bold, outrageous brief as she sets out to use her years of experience "sleeping her way around the world", as an illustration of how pleasure can come to those who aren't afraid to talk about their desires.
If her demeanour is moderately bold as she dominates the room in her short black dress, her delivery is not. She has a naturally over-breathy style of delivery, which turns everything into a faux-conspiratorial whisper. It would be fine if she retained it for such revelations that demand it – which doesn't really stretch to advice to freshen up for fellatio.
She is not helped by flip-chart illustrations that mix biology lesson schematics with crude cartoons. There's nothing stylish about them, so they give the surface impression of being back at a rather tawdry school.
Indeed, the whole production is a missed opportunity. Wharmby has plenty to say that is interesting. She now needs a script that gives it a bit of edge, a designer to add some style and a director who is able to direct, instead of leaving her out to dry, as Rob Van Vuuren does.
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