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As live, in-person production continues to gather steam, performance is teetering on a weird threshold.
Many audience members are vaccinated and ready to get in a theater (whichthey can do!
When we watch these productions, were looking backward into a slightly more contact-averse time.
The lushly madeSeven Deadly Sins first produced in Miami in December does therefore sometimes feel slightly … anesthetized.
For all its gorgeosity, though, its still an oddly thin experience.
(Wesit shoulder to shoulder, but the actors are sealed away behind a pane of glass.)
You cant feel deeply and browse at the same time.
Still, so much is impressive here.
Theres certainly productive weirdness in our private theatrical experience happening in public.
Watching Shuga Cain was a delight, but watchingusmust have been a trip.
It was veryA Quiet Place Goes to the Barracuda Bar.
This, of course, is where the rubber and the leather needs to hit the road.
Unfortunately, the ten-minute-play form is exacting.
Its just that the form fights them.
Its beautifully measured, as satisfying to look at as a perfectly packed suitcase.
Will I remember it in a year?
The police wont help her, she knows, the male world is against her.
Her body undulates like a ribbon in water.
All I have is my moves, she thinks, her corded muscles turning vulnerable as we watch.
There was also, of course, another show happening all around us.
Yet we were in the Meatpacking District during Pride.
Our peep shows were so tame by comparison!
Theyre all gone now, of course, although there isnow an Hermes store nearby.
Thats not a sin, exactly but its sure as hell not a virtue.
