Tuesday, October 25, 2011

MEMORIES OF COCKS GONE BY



Thanks to a friend with an empty apartment (and dog in need of attention) I spent the last weekend in New York City.  Sunday, before I left to return home, I went to see a play.  I don't get to attend the theatre often.  As you might expect, the price is a tad too prohibitive for a minor porn performer like myself.  I tend to stick to movies.  The magic of Grindr didn't result in any hookups this go around but I did manage to score two free tickets to "The Atmosphere of Memory" at the Labyrinth Theatre in Greenwich Village.

The play starts off, appropriately enough, with a man confessing to his therapist.  He's been lying for months about his profession.  How exactly has he been able to survive the recession without a conventional job?  With a natural tendency toward the "profuse", he admits the embarrassing truth: he's been making money jizzing on things, most notably action figures.

Amusing enough, but not exactly the stuff of Shakespeare.  If the play stopped there, I might have been disappointed.  Cum jokes are a lot to process the first five minutes of a play (we usually wait at least 20 minutes in porn).  Thankfully, the scene abruptly stops.  The house lights come on, and a man, identical in height to the star, slightly younger but with similar features and a matching set of black eyeglasses hops on stage: a true doppelganger.  Turns out the play is actually a play inside a play, a story about a playwright writing the story of his own childhood.  To makes things even more complicated he casts his real mother in the starring role as his fictional mother and his girlfriend as his sister.   The story of both plays revolve around the main character's estrangement with his father and memories of past events that continue to keep them apart.  Don't worry, it sounds more complicated (and less funny and profound) than it actually is.

There are plenty of cock and incest jokes, a musical number about Nazis (and plenty of theatre references that might leave you blank like me), but trust, it's fucking GOOD.  And I don't say that only because my ticket was free.  If you have a chance to visit NYC before November 13th, I highly recommend it.

Plus, If you've ever visited the great state of Maryland, or know John Waters, you'll appreciate the father's perfect Balmer accent.

Written by David Bar Katz, starring Ellen Burstyn (Barb's mom on Big Love).  Pics of action figures courtesy of Dicks with Things.

   

3 comments:

  1. I've heard of this theater, a brisk walk down the way from me. Sounds like a must-see!

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  2. Watch the Ellen Burstyn monologue in Last Picture Show again, one of the best scenes of the 70's, Earned her a best supporting actress nomination. That's reason enough to see anything she does.

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  3. thanks for the wonderful review

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