local theater

vegas is famous for shows. big huge productions, household names, hundred dollar tickets at strip casinos...you know, vegas shows. that doesn't mean vegas doesn't have the same sort of local performing arts like any other town, its just harder to track down. yesterday andrew and i went to see a local theatre production called parables. it was just two guys who told the story and sang some, and while the set looked like it had been around a while we both love theatre and tried our hardest to support the local guys. we just didn't really follow the plot too well.

this is similar to our reaction last night:

buffy season 2, Reptile Boy
Xander: Is she dying?
Buffy: I think she's singing.
Xander: To a telephone in Hindi. Now that's entertainment!
The Hindi woman on TV dances around the room while singing into the phone.
Xander: Why is she singing?
Willow: She's sad because her lover gave her twelve gold coins, but then the wizard cut open the bag of salt, and now the dancing minions have nowhere to put their big maypole... fish thing.
Xander: Uh-huh. Why is she singing?
Buffy: Her lover? I thought that was her chiropractor.
Willow: Because of that thing he did with her feet? No, that was personal.

our theatre experience was supposed to tell the story of the prodigal son. this particular version of the story also included talking trees, a spanish sword fight, and a cardboard cut out puppet of a french marquis/landowner/indentured servant slave driver. we left at intermission. it was that or behave like the friends episode where they watch the soap opera in spanish; we'd just have to sit there and make up our own storyline and possibly shout at the stage. 'throw her down the stairs!'