B-movies are my favourite, and it came as no surprise to my friend Jill, whom I happened to run into at this late-night improv show, that I had already seen both titles offered up to the audience to choose from, and of which we would see the first five minutes, the talented cast set to improvise the rest.
In the end, 1957’s Pharoah’s Curse was selected by virtue of applause, and we were treated to its opening scenes, set in 1902 during an Egyptian uprising against British rule, which coincided with a troubled archaeological dig in the Valley of the Kings.
I can tell you emphatically, the insanity that erupted on stage had very little bearing on anything that comes after in the actual film, but it really needn’t, when all the persistent yes-anding of some of Impro Melbourne’s best takes us on a trip into the desert that includes an army of the undead, a talking horse and Queen Victoria. (Who was not queen in 1902, having died the previous year, by the way.)
But facts, narrative cohesion and any kind of consistency hardly matter here. They hardly matter in B-movies, after all. And they matter even less in this riotous production, a haven for film buffs and improv fans alike.
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