Stir up a mix of ex-monk porn stars, a self-obsessed director, deliciously ridiculous porn names and a dollop of Scots kitsch and you have a play that surely can’t be suitable for lunchtime. However, Ski Sluts From Glenshee has been allocated this timeslot, so parents beware!
This ludicrous play transports the growing porn industry to the valleys of Scotland in the pursuit of the first ever McPorn film. The plot makes as much sense as your average skin flick and tumbles along in a fury of clashing egos, desperate starlets and convoluted plot twists.
It makes no sense, but the characters are magically sculpted in parodies of bitchy actors, haughty auteurs and overprotective, yet dirty-minded, mothers. The script is fairly foul-mouthed and explores avenues not normally found in civilised conversation, but it’s all just a bit of fun so abandon your sensibilities for a bout of giggling.
Ski Sluts From Glenshee isn’t the most sensible or clear show in the world, but it works in a lot of laughs. However, the pace isn’t quite right and the plot, for what it is, gets lost occasionally in the bouts of inter-cast bitching and weirdness. There are some good ideas here, including a hugely entertaining DIY avalanche, but some judicious trimming would do some good.