Tonight I saw a production of Lysistrata. Surprisingly, it was my first. I had the opportunity to see it in high school, lo these many years ago, but for some reason I can't recall, I didn't see it.
Until now.
I admit much trepidation, given the horror stories I heard from friends. N refused to see it, having been turned off by several bad productions.
monkeybard nearly saw it with me tonight, but chickened out (her words), claiming a decade-long polka dot phobia that was the result of the college production of which she was a part.
After seeing the 95 minute production tonight at the Theatre Off Jackson, I understand the ladies' aversion to the show. Really, it's not much of a story. Women withhold sex to end war. Men get gigantic, unsatisfied erections. War ends. (If only it were really that simple)
BUT!! (and that's a big but!) How can one fault a production that starts with a strip tease to "Never Gonna Get It"? Come on! There were pasties!! With rhinestone peace signs on them!!
The story was boring, but the production was a hell of a lot of fun. As a framework for a burlesque show, Lysistrata works very, very well!
Kudos to my buddies Jay, Andrew, Yvette and Mok for doing their damnedest to milk every last drop they could. From their scenes, I mean. ;o)