Meow Meow’s Little Mermaid

Introduced by thunder and lightning, Meow Meow appears fur, heels and leopard print; only to strip it all off to transform into a grown-up’s version of the love-starved mermaid – not quite straight out of a children’s storybook.

Layered in satire, wit and an almost explosive temperment, and Meow Meow flew about and feats of acrobatics, while chasing the fantasy of her true love. Treading the borders between dark, cheeky, and naughty (blow-up dolls included), the show and its star delivered an ever-morphing, uber-interactive, mishmash of active, comedic, fanciful – read almost impulsive – storytelling. All that, in the best possible way.

While lit-up clam-shells and nets, among other things, set the theme for this uniquely crafted set; the costumes, props, guest appearances, performances, and yet more surprises brought the place to life.


The star promised the crowd “[their] money’s worth,” one way or another, and delivered that and more. Taking the crowd along on a rollercoaster of emotions, moods, paces, and stories, Meow Meow had crafted an interactive, surreal journey in confinement.

Couple the above an orchestra that appeared as a circling marching troop, only to transform into a sailor band; and you’ve got a well-rounded audiovisual cabaret feast.

Plus, with appearances from actors such as Chris Ryan making an appearance to match and compliment Meow Meow’s own stage prowess, as well as the fifteen-seconds-of-fame-ers dragged on to the stage from the audience, there was variety aplenty to keep things very, very interesting and unpredictable.
Michael Kantor and Cal McCrystal did a fine job of bringing grown up entertainment value – with a twist or ten – to this classic tale.

– Matthew Abraham
Matthew is a journalism major with an affinity for all forms of entertainment (favoring anything with an eccentric tang).