Review: Jill’s Tupperware Party, Fringe 2026

At Jill’s Tupperware Party, I and my fellow attendees/Jills stepped directly into an immersive 70’s b-sci-fi horror world, and what an absolute camp confection of a time it was.

As much as I’m dying to discuss all the brilliant details of the show here, I wouldn’t dream of spoiling any of the goodness for those of you lucky enough to attend a future performance at Fringe, during its brief London engagement next month, or onward in any future life this show may/hopefully will have.

Nevertheless, I will describe as best I can the goings on at the 80^th Annual Tupperware Convention.

A company of friends

Starting from the queue, Coral Bevan and Ricky Hunt appeared in their fabulous Jill attire and makeup, offering welcome packets and bon mots to each ticket-scanned Jill. Inside these packets were a name sticker, a hair net, a two-pronged wooden fork, a conversation starter, and one of a variety of standard UK sweets. Once inside the space, every Jill was encouraged to mingle with other Jills, to strike up conversations with their prewritten questions, and generally get into the convention mindset.

This may be the moment to mention that Jill’s Tupperware Party is performed with the audience standing throughout. There can of course be a very small number of chairs made available to accommodate audience members who may need them in order to participate in the show, but otherwise it is bags down and right into the thick of it. Folks who have concerns about being affected by temperature may also want to plan ahead by bringing water, a fan, etc., as the warmth of space and bodies really was significant.

What started as a practically perfect in every way sales celebration quickly simmered over into cracks appearing in the façade of the event and the hosts running it. There was singing, there was worshipping, there was competition, and there was, above all else, Tupperware. And I genuinely could not have asked for more.

Tup-aware

As I write this now, I wonder was Jill’s Tupperware Party a sort of cult experience? And more importantly, if they may have been actual aliens, was it then still a cult, or something else? While I mull that over for myself, I want to highlight some of the other questions the piece brought up, doing what performance has done best since time immemorial – holding a funhouse mirror up to us to reveal deeper truths.

Have sales and advertisement been so fully integrated into our culture that they are now fully a part of it and a lens through which we instinctively view the world? Can there truly be such a thing as a fully functional capitalist company made up of genuine friends? Can artifice and spin actually smooth over the atrocities we commit and be considered justification for them?

Taking my cue from the show, I’ll say never mind all that heavy talk for now, as I want to be sure to give appropriate accolades to the minds who created and performed this piece. Coral Bevan and Ricky Hunt have a true understanding of and love for the topics they explore here and the immense style in which they do it. These are folks to keep an eye out for, who are sure to deliver unimaginable and brilliant fare now and in the future.

Overall

The show is poignant, and the performances put it over the top. Every inch a pastel-covered, terrifyingly delightful experience, Bevan and Hunt deserve nods not only for their creation and realization of the event, but also for their pitch perfect turns as Jill and Jill. I feel lucky to have caught these performers and this show at the height of the Tupperware pyramid. Thanks, Jill!