Earlier tonight we went to see Cybill Shepherd at The Soho Theatre. It’s her so-called*Cybill Disobedience tour,*where she performs jazz, her own songs and tells stories from her life – if you didn’t know, she once dated Elvis. Well, I think I should have learnt my lesson from seeing her last year. This show wasn’t that different, but it’s a little like watching a car crash (or at least aliens trying to fix a car at the side of the road). It’s billed as comedy and was amusing (although not laugh-out-loud funny), but, really, you couldn’t keep your eyes off her. Was she drunk (no, I suspect that was pretend), but she was certainly a little odd. Stephanie Merrit in last week’s Observer likened it to “the experience of watching your slightly pissed auntie making an exhibition of herself at a wedding” [source], which I think sums it up.
Entertaining but scary. Strange and a little unnerving.
Oh, and the picture is from her remarkable promotional appearance on GMTV sometime last week. She may just be a great promoter, but I think she needs to think a little more!