Portuguese theatre makers, naming their poetically sinister immersive show:
"A Morte do Corvo 馃枻"
Me, who recognises a romance language when she sees one but apparently doesn't know what an edgar allan poe is:
"death of the crow 馃槉"
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remember the brilliant beautiful vibrant performers of the burnt city, especially the transgender and the non-binary and the otherwise gender-non-conforming among them, how exquisitely they performed, how plainly they were put before us in their variously gendered roles without commentary or explanation or uproar?
remember when renowned antitrans hate-monger jkr turned up to the show one night with her dear friend hbc?
anyway, i'd say i have mixed feelings about this, but actually it turns out i really DON'T
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me when i am politely informed that there is in fact an acceptable, greater-than-zero, amount of running and shoving that will be tolerated from audience members at amdc
(it went against ALL MY TRAINING, but a) it is extremely liberating to go sprinting down a corridor actually and b) it is honestly impossible to commit to a full pessoa loop if you're just going to be polite about it)
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things that the barman in a morte do corvo did tonight
danced, a whole bunch, a LOT
was tall, a whole bunch, a LOT
combed his hair and drank his drink in a manner that dragged me straight back to the burnt city
very politely helped me to my feet when my efforts to get out of the way resulted in me falling over a piece of the set
repeatedly invited me to sit down, as truly no mask can conceal that mine is the visage of a woman in her forties who hiked down a literal fucking cliff this morning
gifted me one (1) single beermat, which i then apparently proceeded to clutch to my silly little lost heart for the entire rest of the evening
SIRS, I CANNOT HELP IT, IF THERE IS A BARMAN CHARACTER IN YOUR IMMERSIVE THEATRE SHOW THEN I *WILL* BE PROPPING UP THE BAR AND I *WILL* BE MAKING HEART EYES AT HIM, IT IS JUST 馃憦馃徎 WHO 馃憦馃徎 I 馃憦馃徎 AM 馃憦馃徎
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i am enjoying a morte do corvo, well worth trekking out to lisbon for, but i am absolutely terrified at any given moment that the cast might somehow know that this is constantly revolving inside my head while i am in there
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i don't wanna see normal theatre anymore, i just wanna see former punchdrunk performers in weird li'l food-based dance shows where they bake a sticky ginger pudding live on stage, and when you ask a question about the recipe, the director comes round with his phone afterwards so you can take a picture of it
if you haven't booked to see may contain food may contain you yet then you really need to get on that PRONTO, there is not a more joyous 90 minutes to be found anywhere in the world
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If you can hear this picture, we're friends.
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