THEATER REVIEW- Raz-mataz

After Raz-mataz, I feel like I have seen it all. It was a show I had heard people walked out of, “provocative” I reasoned. It was a show people regretted having seen, “narrow-minded” I defended. Can you imagine pure, pointlessness? A chaos of costume changes, jumping, screaming, drumming, a mess of streamers, and just to kick the audience when they’re already down? Mad prancing of a pantomime horse. In the end, I just left feeling awed that someone had managed to pull this together, hire stage-hands, schedule a venue, advertise at the fringe festival and even bring in a nightly audience.

If I was to fling shit around, I would just be routinely locked away or removed from among the judgment of the more civilized folk. What these young actors do is publicly mock our willingness to waste time, see art, and just watch people---doing something---doing anything. Two of the people in line with me were seeing it for the second time. How desperate we are to be shocked, to be disgusted, to feel. I am curious beyond words as to what the actors/writers/directors were thinking…and beyond that left strangely aroused. So all in all, a masochist’s dream.

There are no stars to give. This was beyond stars.

For those of you who did sadly did not grow up with either Star Trek or formal education, this is a black hole….because that’s where one hour of my life went, and I have no idea where that is.