WC Fields dubbed Mae West "a plumber's idea of Cleopatra". But she was also a substantial writer whose plays fell foul of the law. In 1926 Sex led to an obscenity trial and two years later The Pleasure Man was raided by the cops during its second performance. Unrevived until now, it's a ramshackle backstage comedy drama that underscores West's gift for lewd innuendo, gay sympathies and old-fashioned morality.

Set largely in a midwest vaudeville theatre, the play focuses on a lecherous headliner. He's having an affair with a married dancer, chats up all the hoofers and, when he spurns a local girl whose baby has been aborted, finds himself castrated by her brother.

What is revealing is West's hatred of hetero Don Juans and her love of the raffish side of showbiz. But, though West's heart was in the right place, her art was all over the shop: she had a talent for one-liners but little sense of structure.

My only complaint is that Stewart Laing's exuberant revival sacrifices too many of West's zingers to backstage atmosphere. But there are strong performances from Jason Merrells as the heartless crooner, Adrian Howells as a female impersonator and Tam Dean Burn as both the Scottish theatre manager and a befrocked camp follower. Gaudily watchable, the play is worth reviving as an historic curiosity that explains why West is both a gay and feminist icon.

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