The FEMS: a garish explosion of flamingo monsters who come to party, to play and to destroy toxic masculinity.
This flock of glittering outcasts, fresh from the sequinned swamp, present a kamikaze cabaret and monstrous melodrama. THE FEMS – terrifying embodiments of femininity – take us on a glittering tour to show that “sometimes it’s hard to be a Fem” – but the alternative is even grimmer.
A parent seeking advice from a minister about his effeminate son, a bacchanal Women’s Institute meeting and a text from a ‘neomasculinity’ blog: THE FEMS skewer hypocrisies and hate with series of blasphemous and boisterous sketches – while probing themselves and their audience for their own femphobia.
THE FEMS (which are “Fem”, “Femme” or any derivation that fills the glittering space between the poles of perceived gender) are a bouffon chorus of unashamedly evil clowns. They combine the skills of our collective (spanning performance artists to musical theatre), the fun and fierceness of our strange play, and the topical relevance of a world of bathroom policing and gendered Lego.