The Aluminum Show

Diana and I went to see the Aluminum Show tonight. Ninety minutes. Two big pieces of aluminum tube meet, and shortly thereafter have a baby, which wanders off and gets lost. Half a dozen energetic dancers, usually with drums, do stuff, and then do different stuff, and then more stuff. They toss fifty or sixty big aluminized mylar balloons into the audience, and the audience bounces them like beach balls, which is fun. The dancers do stuff, and more stuff, and additional stuff. They feed more aluminum tubes out into the audience, which is quite creepy if you've just finished reading anything to do with the Lovecraft mythos (I'll have a review for The Jennifer Morgue coming up soon). Then the dancers do lots more stuff, and the baby tube is reunited with the parents. The end. Some more the end. Yet additional the end. Are we done yet? Curtain calls, yeah, whatever. Finally, finally done.

I think productions should generally tell a story, and each dance routine should have something to do with the story line. This seemed like "work up twenty or thirty separate dance routines mostly involving aluminum tubes, and do them all". It was a spectacle, but I can't say it was worth seeing.

I'm going to tag this as "Movies" because I should have rented one instead.