Friday November 23, 2012 / 8:00pmA Bur-Less-Q Nutcracker
Assigned at Box Office
How was your experience?
The venue is a very tiny one, so everything is right up in your face, including the nice big breasts of the girls, and the fat rear-end of the host/actor/director?/producer? who flaunts his gayness overtly to the point that his attempts at humor are quickly tiresome. He did make me laugh when he offered an audience member a pickle, and then demurely asked him to stick it up his butt. Much of the humor is in that vein: body parts and gay male inuendo (no pun intended...get it? "in-you-end-o"...think Itallian). The first act drags on and on to the point that you feel the writer believes he is very witty, when in fact he is not at all. Not even clever. Short of intelligent. This act should have been a paragraph, and not dragged- (oops, another pun, how funny!) out littany of shallow, banal dialog, poorly and overly acted. The dancers are the real gift of the play. While none are drop-dead gorgeous (not true...there is a brunette who captured my imagination), all are exquisite in their own way, and use their feminine wiles to win over the entire audience. They need to be not so close...they would be even more tempting if they were not so near and accessible. Still, they are enthralling, even in their little Herb Alpert-inspired imaginary care ride where they bounce along, each looking as if actually riding in a car and each harboring there own interesting thoughts. I hated this because of the first act and a half. If that could be trashed, this might be worth seeing.