One thing about Bunny Manson? Her body count is high. No, we’re not talking about that, get your mind out of the gutter! Rather, the would-be starlet’s list of victims is longer than the waitlist for Creative Scotland funding (as in: very long).
Following drama school, the artiste enters into a career wasteland: putting on shows in the corner of her local Glasgow off-licence and stomaching rejection after rejection. One fateful evening, the artistic director of an AI-themed theatre company dares to give her a pitying look and she responds with violence.
From there, her murders become more high profile. Firstly, she does in national treasure James McAvoy during an ill-fated hook-up. Then, after doing a durational performance in a near-empty gallery, she winds up shooting Marina Abramović in the head.
Throughout, Bunny delivers her own takes on musical theatre classics – from Chicago, to The Little Mermaid – changing the words to reflect her hyper-niche experiences in the wringer of Scottish regional arts.
The show is an obvious skewering of the arts world, yes, but it reaches further. Naturally, there’s the parody of the cottage industry of ‘PoV: I’m an unreliable narrator / serial killer’ shows like Killing Eve, Sweatpea and You. But there’s also a tongue-in-cheek dialogue with girlbossery, and arch reflections on the meaning of fame and art.
Valerie Solanas, move over: it’s time to make way for Bunny.
Bunny!, Summerhall, until 31 Aug (not 24), 10.15pm