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Groovy.
Yes, it exists.
We have opening night Playbills to prove it. (Image to come later.)
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ginkgo gave me the news that she had gotten us tickets, she *apologized*, if you can believe it, that the 'Splatter Zone' was sold out, and that all she could get according to the online theatre map were, if not nosebleed seats, at least slightly thin air.
Turns out the online theatre map was *utterly* wrong. One row behind the poncho section, slightly right off of center.
Darn.
Yes, they handed out ponchos, and the seats in the first three rows were covered in plastic. It was like a Gallagher show, but with brains instead of watermelons. (Not nearly enough, if you ask me, but...)
In a word: FANFUCKINGTABULOUS!
OMG, they nailed it. From rousing numbers such as "What The Fuck Was That?!?" to "All the Men in My Life Have Been Killed by Candarian Demons", they fricking got it damned near perfect. There were a couple of *cough* prop malfunctions, but nothing *too* serious, and one led to a brilliant bit of improv by a supposed corpse. It's not every actor that will pull out his own intestines and beat them against the stage floor as a distraction... that's giving it all for your *ART*, man! There was even a bit of back and forth with the audience in the second act, as people loosened up a bit.
Every memorable quote made it in, every character (but one, and they had an explanation that was beautiful), and good god damn if they didn't point out *every* flaw, inconsistency, and bit of illogic in the film. Utterly beautiful.
They even, swear to god, had a credited role for Fake Shemp.
If you're anywhere near NYC, go see this. Just do. You won't regret it.
(And for the Buffy fans, the choreographer was Hinton Battle, aka the demon Sweet from Once More With Feeling.)
We have opening night Playbills to prove it. (Image to come later.)
When
ginkgo gave me the news that she had gotten us tickets, she *apologized*, if you can believe it, that the 'Splatter Zone' was sold out, and that all she could get according to the online theatre map were, if not nosebleed seats, at least slightly thin air.Turns out the online theatre map was *utterly* wrong. One row behind the poncho section, slightly right off of center.
Darn.
Yes, they handed out ponchos, and the seats in the first three rows were covered in plastic. It was like a Gallagher show, but with brains instead of watermelons. (Not nearly enough, if you ask me, but...)
In a word: FANFUCKINGTABULOUS!
OMG, they nailed it. From rousing numbers such as "What The Fuck Was That?!?" to "All the Men in My Life Have Been Killed by Candarian Demons", they fricking got it damned near perfect. There were a couple of *cough* prop malfunctions, but nothing *too* serious, and one led to a brilliant bit of improv by a supposed corpse. It's not every actor that will pull out his own intestines and beat them against the stage floor as a distraction... that's giving it all for your *ART*, man! There was even a bit of back and forth with the audience in the second act, as people loosened up a bit.
Every memorable quote made it in, every character (but one, and they had an explanation that was beautiful), and good god damn if they didn't point out *every* flaw, inconsistency, and bit of illogic in the film. Utterly beautiful.
They even, swear to god, had a credited role for Fake Shemp.
If you're anywhere near NYC, go see this. Just do. You won't regret it.
(And for the Buffy fans, the choreographer was Hinton Battle, aka the demon Sweet from Once More With Feeling.)
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