PLAY: "Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind"

In honor of Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind, which attempts, every Friday and Saturday night (10:30), to do 30 plays in 60 minutes, I am going to write the following review in five minutes, based on the gestalt of things simmering in my head since my virgin experience with the Neo-Futurists earlier today. Lest this thought experience be akin to one of the few "misses" in TMLMTBGB, let me stress now that this ever-changing evening of "shows" is like one of the good seasons of Saturday Night Live, compressed together, and on crack. Nobody should go around New York calling themselves a theatergoer without seeing this show at least once. That said:

Review of TMLMTBGB: go!

Although this evening was not as crazy with audience participation (willing or unwilling) as I'd read other nights have gotten, one person danced with a giant honeybee that had only a short time to mate in "Supersedure," while another got handed a mix CD in "An awkward, but sweet, sway to show you our love." Some of the pieces are exactly what they sound like, or grosser, as with "Listening to the Deep Throat Soundtrack, A Banana & A Stack of Porn," whereas others are just wildly inventive and creative, as with a Greek chorus made out of paper bags questioning a man's existence in "Greek to Me" and the wonderfully avant-garde "Swift River" that uses the chugging of water to make a statement about Africa. There are abstract poems that build, like "This is the Subway That New York Built," movement pieces like "If We Cannot Laugh for Ourselves, Who Will Laugh for Us?" (which has the same thing done twice, once normally, then again with clown outfits), and my personal favorite, "The 20th Anniversary of my 4th grade dance recital with commentary and tragic ending," which is basically the performer's truthful voice-over of a video of him dancing, which he recreates for our enjoyment onstage tonight. Everything's real and live and it's all presented without pomp--

Curtain.