Caligula the musical. Yes I'm serious. I was tired and thought it would be fun and easy. (Pattern forming here…) And I had read that when the piece was first performed in 1983, it was a coded protest of Argentina's decade of military rule. Maybe that would be interesting?
Well, Calígula was the glammest, gayest, Vegas-est, 80's synth-power-pop-est ode to the sculpturally lit male torso that I expect to see for quite some time. Somewhat unfortunately though, none of this was tongue-in-cheek: there were epic quantities of dramatic weeping, raging, and (yes) maniacal laughing. One felt powerfully for the actors who were so fully committing themselves to the over-the-topness of it all. Which made it a bit tough to just gleefully wallow in the camp.
But by no means an evening to regret. And the Ciudad Cultural KONEX is a very neato venue.