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Luke Jermay - Late Night Magic in the West End

Published Friday 22 April 2005 at 10:20 by Alistair Smith

Psychological mind reader Luke Jermay commands attention. His stage presence is unquestionable and he guides his audience effortlessly through an entertaining evening of suggestion, prediction, mind-control and downright jaw-dropping magic.

One of the joys of watching a magician live is the sensation of leaving the venue having absolutely no idea what has just gone on in front of your eyes. In this, Jermay does not disappoint. While he leads you through his show, apparently explaining the techniques he uses to influence decisions, one has the distinct feeling that this is in fact just another way of tricking you into compliance. The more he explains, the more the audience is left in the dark.

While the set is by no means perfect and one would expect a couple of the tricks to become slightly more well-oiled as his run at the Jermyn Street progresses, Jermay’s overall confidence, wit and engaging banter help the audience to overlook his (very few) faults and concentrate on the majority of his show, which is incredibly good. Highlights include Jermay stopping his own pulse on stage and his ability to describe drawings made by random members of the audience, even though his eyes are sealed shut with tape, coins and a blindfold.

While Derren Brown might have the monopoly on television with this special brand of mind control, when it comes to stage shows, he may soon have to watch his back for this promising young performer.

Production information

Jermyn Street Theatre, April 15-May 27

Producer:
Richard Leigh for False Impressions
Cast:
Luke Jermay
Running time:
1hr 20mins

Production information displayed was believed correct at time of review. Information may change over the run of the show.

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Run sheet

King's Head, Islington London
January 24-February 15
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