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  • 14.07.2016

    Ooh-la-la! A check-in at Teatro ZinZanni’s new show, ‘Hotel L’Amour’

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      There’s plenty of fresh material in this latest whirl of glitzy costumes, clowning, aerial and juggling acts, magic tricks and glitter dust, paired with a pretty tasty five-course dinner.

      A lean, muscular woman hangs upside down from the rafters, her long blond tresses dipping into the drink in a giant-sized cocktail glass.

      A leering maitre d’ dines with a herky-jerky doll, a bizarre sex toy come to life.

      An 83-year old Parisian chanteuse flashes her slender gams, and with an earthy guffaw shares some memories of her former co-stars Jerry Lewis and Elvis. Mais oui, it’s just another night in the cabaret-supper club fantasia world of Teatro ZinZanni, which has unveiled its new summer show, “Hotel L’Amour.”

      This isn’t the first time Teatro ZinZanni has worked the belle Paris, Folies Bergere-meets-Seattle theme, in the company’s cozily elegant, antique show tent on Mercer Street. Nor is it the first occasion when the ageless Hollywood and Broadway octogenarian Liliane Montevecchi has charmed an audience there.

      Happily, there’s plenty of fresh ooh-la-la to go around in this latest whirl of glitzily costumed song, clowning, aerial and juggling acts, magic tricks and glitter dust, paired with a pretty tasty five-course dinner.

      In addition to the chansons and patter of the svelte, soigne Montevecchi, “Hotel L’Amour” revels in the comic flair and stunning aerial work of another (younger) ageless wonder, Dreya Weber; the madcap antics of the irrepressible ringmaster Caesar (Frank Ferrante); and in the haughty skulking and flirtatious table-hopping of comedic magician Voronin, whose bit with Svetlana as a human marionette is a bit sick and twisted — if you stop laughing and think about it for a minute.

      But who’s thinking? Check into “Hotel L’Amour,” and leave reality behind. For a beguiling three hours or so, you’ll indulge in a Paris that probably never existed – but should have.