Last night I decided to take advantage of the Hot Tix/Preview price to see a show I had read about on chicagoplays.com that sounded pretty interesting. Held at the Chicago Cultural Center. Just another fix for my new interest in non-realism.
The show started at 7.30. I got out of work at 4.30. Which is not quite enough time to justify the hassle of getting home and back downtown. I bummed around State Street, casually shopping, then looking for food. Incidentally, unless you want a dark bar, non-chain food is very hard to find afterhours in the Loop.
I showed up at the theatre at 7.15. The house wasn't open. No worries. Until they finally let me in at 7.28, and I realised I was it for audience. Oh, their publicity guy/someone's boyfriend was there, and the sound guy. But to call it "intimate" would be an understatement.
I am of two minds. On one hand, it was kind of interesting having them do a show just for me, and it was sort of like sitting in on a rehearsal. On the other, where was everyone else? It was cool, if kind of awkward. So I tried to be the most supportive audience I possibly could, but I am still not a laugh-out-loud at every joke kinda person.
The show itself needs some real work. I guess it's good that it's still in previews. It seems abstract for the sake of being abstract, and it thinks it's very clever. It makes some interesting points, I just think it needs some concept other than "aren't we cool." That said, I kind of liked it in a Dada sort of way.
Was going to check out a Totally Radish Exhibit with free beer, but the weather is shite. It is however, great laundry weather.
on Pandora: "Good Luck" - Basement Jaxx
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