Exit Stage Left.... Please!!

As I mentioned in the previous post, Special K and I managed to take in a bit of culture in SF while he was last here... and if you're thinking bacteria in a petri dish when you read "culture", you wouldn't be that far off.

After some serious scouring of both online and print sources, we finally found a play in a small, independent theatre that had boasted a number of pretty positive reviews in various media. No matter that the theatre itself was in the shadiest part of San Francisco -- it's the low rent that attracted the starving artists, right?

We always know that any performance can be a dud and that the Dud Quotient rises substantially as you get into the 49 and 99 seat theatres, but with some positive feedback actually published about this particular play, we were feeling pretty confident that this would be a good one. (And we've been on a bit of a bad roll lately with films and performances, so we also figured that the universe owed us a favour.)

But alas, the universe felt it fitting to punish us just a little bit longer.

We spent far too long watching three desperate Hollywood wanna-be characters (and one mostly unconscious character) throw each other around a stage, roll around in fake vomit (which sure looked real) and Funyuns (just as gross as the fake vomit) and generally torture each other both physically and emotionally. And then there were the strap-ons. (Sorry, Mom!) That's right, I used the plural form.... not just one, but TWO... generally not visible, but rather used to make a, um, point about the efficacy of viagra mixed with a cocktail of illicit drugs.

The play has indeed garnered some positive reviews, for instance "astonishly witty dialogue and riotous situations" from a pretty well-known media outlet, so I won't skewer too much here, but leave it at the fact that Special K and I were checking our watches surreptitiously (hopefully) fairly frequently after intermission (and before, if you must know). We could have stayed out on the streets of the Tenderloin and probably seen pretty much the same show.

(The show's run ended just after we saw it, but if you want to know what it was, shoot me an email.)