This show at the McCarter Theater is pretentious crap. Sophomoric philosophizing (pot calling kettle black, I suppose) Solid acrobatics. A few laughs. Who cares?
After the Big Apple Circus, where the performers were fully dedicated to each bit as opposed to glibly indicating to the audience when it was time to laugh, it all rang distinctly hollow.
Natalie laughed, but then I could have just tickled her a bunch without shelling out sixty bucks.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Lookingglass Alice
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