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Thursday, September 18, 2008



People call Superamas a dance company, but the collective—based in Paris and Vienna—is really a pop-culture clusterfuck. Its BIG, 3rd episode (Happy/End) is a package of despair, wrapped in gold lamé. Its disjoined scenes include excerpts from Sex in the City, four jackasses rehearsing "Smells Like Teen Spirit," an orgy, men in a gym quoting Derrida, and many bared breasts. It drips with sex—cold, cynical sex—and hides venomous fangs beneath its smiling, glossy lips. (On the Boards, 100 W Roy St, 217-9888. 8 pm, $24. Through Sept 20.)


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Wow, sounds fantastic!

Posted by Will in 98103 | September 18, 2008 11:21 AM

I concur, Sir.

Harumph, harumph!

Posted by Jeremy from Seattle | September 18, 2008 1:14 PM

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