Frankie McNair and Isaac Haigh The
Booth Variety Spectacular & Formal Apology Hour
The Banquet Room. Adelaide
Festival Centre. Adelaide Cabaret Festival. June 12-13 2026
Reviewed by Peter Wilkins
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| Reuben Kaye and FrankieMcNair |
They were shows ripe for the send up and Frankie McNair and Isaac Haigh carry Don Scrimpy’s Scrimpy Television Production off with perfect abandonment. They are assisted by a manic floor manager, a Baby Lloyd-Webber with her one man composition of CAT, accompanied by a painfully woeful and far too long cat dance routine, a truculent contestant and a fork from a long running, lamented series. There is also an unexpected guest appearance by Adelaide Cabaret Festival Artistic Director Reuben Kaye, there to announce the next AD of the festival. And it is….Me Me Me he cries in adulation. It’s not the only thing we learn about Kaye. In the Formal Apology Question time we learn the shattering fact that he would rather be bitten by a dog than scratched by a cat. It is a segment in the show of momentous confessions.
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| Frankie McNair and Isaac Haigh |
But the glue that holds this show together is the calibre of the two leads. Isaac Haigh in a black wig that makes him look like a young Bob Downes and with a voice that bathes the room in droll seduction is Mr. Smooth of the TV Studio. A lovelorn interloper, Haigh has the role of co- host down to a tee and I am catapulted back to the years when the mellifluous tones of the announer would transport me along the airwaves to the radio years and then into the black and white world of the early TV era.
As the neurotic, dangerously
unpredictable co-host Tabitha Booth, Frankie McNair has fashioned a character
that is part caricature and part perfect copy of the immortal Lucille Ball or
Carol Burnett, the brilliant comediennes of the Golden Age of American comedy
shows. In a carrot red wig and pink gown, McNair exudes the air of faded glory,
desperately hanging on to the memory of the wonder years. McNair and Haigh play
out their reincarnation of a bygone age of variety with a touch of pathos
beneath the laughter and the burlesque. It is the final performance and like
the Variety shows of the Sixties, we are unlikely to see the like again. We are
sure to see McNair and Haigh again. They are a newly found gift to the Australian
comedy scene
And is it cabaret? It’s a part of
a broad church, played out in an intimate room with audience at tables and
drinking wine. It is interactive with Kaye clambering through the audience and
one of the company talking to people before an audience warm up. It’s not my
cabaret, however much I enjoyed the performances of McNair and Haigh. For the
packed audience on Saturday night, it was their taste of comedy in a cabaret setting
and risqué and ribald enough to qualify
for their kind of thoroughly entertaining cabaret.



















