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Review

The Atomic Bombshells: Lost in Space!

Drinks. Food. Ridiculously beautiful people. Individually, these are some of the tastiest pleasures in life. Combined, they’re another Atomic Bombshells show at The Triple Door—specifically, the recent return of Lost in Space, which wrapped up its blink-and-you’ll-miss-it run on Saturday night.

The production was the third annual iteration of the Bombshells’ popular out-of-this-world spectacle, stacked top to bottom with more retro sci-fi references, and local burlesque royalty, than you could twirl a pasty at.

Hosted by honey-voiced Jasper McCann, a fixture with the Atomic Bombshells who’s also known for his work producing The Burlesque Nutcracker with Lily Verlaine, the show kicked off with a dire warning: any audience member caught disrupting the performance with a cell phone would be disintegrated.

The warning was in vain. Really, who’d choose to take a call when they could instead stare at the Bombshells dropping their sparkly dresses to the floor?

Of course, burlesque isn’t only about the jollies of (not quite) nudity—which is why the Atomic Bombshells are so beloved. Each of the troupe’s shows comes together on multiple levels, boasting graceful performers shimmying about the stage to thoughtful choreography, while donning impeccable costumes, hair, and makeup. Lost in Space was no different, adhering to the Bombshells’ typical high bar for production values.

Much of the props go to Kitten LaRue, who wears many glittery hats as the Atomic Bombshells’ co-founder, artistic director, producer and choreographer. To our benefit, she is also one of the troupe’s principal performers. In Lost in Space she is star of two particularly memorable acts, first joining fellow local icons Lily Verlaine and Inga Ingénue as the three tap danced their way through an homage to Fritz Lang’s Metropolis, and then as Saturn incarnate.

Oh, to be a burlesque performer and have an actual use for a planetary headpiece and a floor-length red, green, and gold tear-away gown. Or a petticoat in the shape of a flying saucer, like one worn earlier by Ruby Mimosa.

All that costume envy—no, but seriously, where can we get some metallic pastel leotards?—is thanks to designer and Bombshell Honey D. Luxe, who had her own turn in the Lost in Space spotlight as Barbarella.

As for the rest of the lineup, it continued reading like a who’s who of Seattle burlesque elite, including Miss Indigo Blue (whose Academy of Burlesque is now ten years strong) and boylesque star Waxie Moon (whose mere minutes onstage were just not enough time to fully bask in the glow of his everything-is-amazing grin and Snuffleupagus-like eyelashes).

Certainly, there are more thought-provoking or bawdier burlesque acts out in the world—ones intent on challenging perceptions of beauty, or showcasing people with bodies of more varying sizes and skin tones, or setting the titillation-o-meter further away from “nice” and nearer to “naughty.”

Each has their place on the scene, and so, too, do the charmingly traditional Atomic Bombshells: reigning as Seattle’s most perfectly polished, glamorous troupe, stripping in such a sweet and tasteful manner that a night out with them is just as appropriate for a date with our moms as one with our paramours.

Photo by Michael Doucette.

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