This peculiar and alluring act begins as burlesque: Jemma Kahn starts on a coy-eyed striptease, first her skirt and then the stockings, but things take an unexpected – comic, odd, compelling – turn.
More strange turns follow, from the seven stories she tells, all revolving around the deadly sins, to her absurdly savage mime involving a Beatles song, a silver hammer and an assortment of fruit.
