Interpretive Dance
You know Christmas has rolled around when you go to see an interpretive dance about female sexuality. WHAT?!
Um, ok. I should have known it would suck when I read that watching an interpretive dance about female sexuality was in any way linked to Christmas, ok, maybe I should have just stopped at interpretive dance. But, it was Saturday night, I didn't have any plans lined up and my feet were still recovering from the pain of three hours in cute shoes. I figured sitting on cushions in a small venue to watch some dancing would be a nice change of pace.
Now, I don't want to imply that male directors can't do a cool job with a play about femininity, but this one certainly had no clue. I wasn't quite sure where the "musty sexuality" came into (that's what the flyer called it--not me!) It was mostly some crap about how women are afraid of bugs, are catty to each other (one actor came into the audience and called me a 'fucking bitch'), are over-emotional, or just plain crazy. I thought maybe it would change as it was supposedly about "the many faces of women" but really I just saw all the ugly ones. I will admit that the scene with all the women crying was moving, but I was too pissed off to enjoy the rest.
When everyone began to gush at the end about how wonderful it was, that's when I knew that it was hopeless. We discussed for a while over some wine, which was enjoyable, but I was too exhausted to begin a diatribe about why the play sucked. But I did meet some interesting folks and got a line on super cheap computers! Merry X-mas to me!
Um, ok. I should have known it would suck when I read that watching an interpretive dance about female sexuality was in any way linked to Christmas, ok, maybe I should have just stopped at interpretive dance. But, it was Saturday night, I didn't have any plans lined up and my feet were still recovering from the pain of three hours in cute shoes. I figured sitting on cushions in a small venue to watch some dancing would be a nice change of pace.
Now, I don't want to imply that male directors can't do a cool job with a play about femininity, but this one certainly had no clue. I wasn't quite sure where the "musty sexuality" came into (that's what the flyer called it--not me!) It was mostly some crap about how women are afraid of bugs, are catty to each other (one actor came into the audience and called me a 'fucking bitch'), are over-emotional, or just plain crazy. I thought maybe it would change as it was supposedly about "the many faces of women" but really I just saw all the ugly ones. I will admit that the scene with all the women crying was moving, but I was too pissed off to enjoy the rest.
When everyone began to gush at the end about how wonderful it was, that's when I knew that it was hopeless. We discussed for a while over some wine, which was enjoyable, but I was too exhausted to begin a diatribe about why the play sucked. But I did meet some interesting folks and got a line on super cheap computers! Merry X-mas to me!
posted by CJ at 6:53 AM
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