SHOWING : February 24, 2005 - March 06, 2005
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Philadelphia's Pig Iron Theatre Company visits 7 Stages for this Clock-Stopping Silliness about three women coping with Time Out of Joint, Thermometers Out of Joint, and a Room Full of People Watching What They Do.
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Quantum Symbolism in a Mimesque Ethos
| by Dedalus |
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Thursday, March 3, 2005 |
4.0
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By praising Philadelphia’s Pig Iron Theatre’s production of “FLOP,” currently ensconced on 7 Stages Main Stage, I do not mean you to understand that I in any way support or condone the appearance of Clowns, Mimes, or other Red-Nosed Tropes on any of the Hallowed Stages of our until now fair and mime-free city, nor, by admitting I lived in Philadelphia for a few years do I want you to think that I am predisposed to overpraise the Work of Pig Iron (which, truth to tell, I’d never seen before my Georgia-ward sojourn), nor do I wish to suggest that the pratfalls and grimaces and grunts of the estrogensque trio of Lee Etzold, Nichole Canuso, and Emmauell Delpech-Ramey were anything less than the precision-excellent epitome of the “exaggeration-makes-us-more-real-than-real” school of slapsticology, nor do I mean to underestimate the quandary that the quantum importance of time dilation/distortion/destruction may have on the psycho-sexual ethos of Ur-Mime Proto-Geek complacency (and why do non-linear chicks give us so much crap for things we haven’t done yet?), nor do I mean to suggest that the deep symbolisms inherent in red-nose theatre did not fail to disabuse me of my digitized deconstructionist heuristics, nor do I mean to overlook the bawdy and scatological (not to mention eschatological) effects witnessing actual inflated balloons and fart-lip sound effects had on my cracked aura, nor to I mean to ignore the vital impact of hearing about those “99 Luftballoons” which I had successfully deleted from my Core Memory cells after years of high-voltage therapy, nor do I mean to underestimate the twin ironies of having a late start to the time-dynamic construct that is “Flop” (“Yes, we will be seating you 10 minutes ago”) conjoined with a highly-wordy run-on spasm describing a lovely wordless theatrical troupe.
All I’m saying is that every now and then, you just have to laugh.
-- Brad Rudy (BKRudy@aol.com)
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