Dammit, We Wish Rose Matafeo Was Our Best Friend. We'd Never Stop Laughing
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With a line pinched from beige Christmas flick The Holiday, Rose Matafeo rollicks through the ingredients of the 'Sassy Best Friend' archetype.
She should know: what with those frizzy locks, zinging one liners, and a general history of being bested by other girls, Matafeo divulges how she fits the SBF stereotype nicely, thank you. She's the kinda gal who wishes she had the gall to wear one of those wide-rimmed floppy hats, yet can't stand it when someone actually does. Even though she's also proud of them. It's complicated, alright.
Effortlessly likable, Matafeo drags us through the bewildering world of the underling schoolgirl; her real-life anecdotes — the meddling potato of a drama teacher, the 28-year-old male school play leads — will have you welling up with tears of laughter (not to mention wondering where Auckland's educational system went wrong).
Universal touchstones make Sassy Best Friend the hit it is; a jealous rant on the length of other girls' periods brings the house down. And then there's the Michael Jackson segue...
Dammit, we wish Rose Matafeo was our best friend. We'd never stop laughing.
Rose Matafeo: Sassy Best Friend, Soho Theatre, from £14, until 24 February 2018.
Last Updated 21 February 2018
