When André tells the story of his attempt to workshop a production of The Little Prince, and how he found himself eating sand in the Sahara desert with a Buddhist monk, eat some sand.
Throw a banana at the screen every time André mentions his wife Chiquita....
When André and Wally discuss the lamentable state of the theater and wonder if it’s possible to create a theatrical experience that would shake people out of their complacency, ask yourself: Is attending this screening/performance of My Dinner With André making you less complacent, or does it allow you to wrap yourself in yet another protective layer of ironic detachment? Is endlessly reenacting My Dinner With André a way for members of The MDWA Midnight Madness Troupe to hide behind a mask of performance and avoid exposing who we really are? Are we really saying anything with this show, or is it just an excuse for people to get drunk and dress up on a Friday night?
Treat yourself to a nice amaretto when Wally orders an after-dinner drink....
Thursday, December 27, 2012
"Audience Participation Cues for the My Dinner with Andre Midnight Screening."
When those "Rocky Horror" events leave you feeling empty and questioning your very existence, it's time to move on to the Andre scene...
Labels:
bananas,
McSweeney's,
My Dinner with Andre,
philosophy,
theater
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