Sexploitation: A Cabaret Tribute to John Waters
I went to the above show last night, and it delivered as promised. It was filthy, disgusting, and fucking fabulous.
First and foremost, I almost missed this show. As a writer neck-deep in deadlines and projects, I usually do a shit job at keeping up with what's happening in the city. Had it not been for glitter queen Nikki Lev tagging me in a post about my write-up for last year's show, I would not have known this show was even happening. But after seeing last night's audience, I think a lot of people in Portland also missed the memo.
I went with a friend who is a huge John Waters fan. Doors opened at eight, and the show was scheduled to start at nine. Because of my experience with these shows getting super crowded, I opted for us to have VIP seats because that would at least guarantee seating close to the stage. We arrived at the venue at 8:40pm, twenty minutes before show time, and the entire general seating area was empty. In fact, there were only four other people who were not performers or staff of the venue sitting at the theater. More people eventually showed up, but all in all, the event was poorly attended. Which was a shame for a few reasons:
1) This show is amazing, and if you're a fan of John Waters, you MUST see this show.
2) As someone who has seen this show before, I felt that the show didn't pack as much of a punch (but maybe I already knew what to expect?) and I think that the lack of attendance might have been a factor. I mean, who wants to work hard to win over a mostly empty room? The set list was lost, the hosts couldn't remember who was next and kept getting out of character as the night progressed. A lot of performer's friends were in attendance, so this show really felt more like a, "let's just get shit-faced and hang out."
And bringing up the friends in attendance, whoever that woman was that was sitting closest to center stage, jesus christ, she needed a muzzle. She was incredibly distracting, acting white-girl-wasted and yelling about balls the entire time.
But don't let the above rant deter you. Go Go Rocket Productions has consistently put out the most amazing cabaret/burlesque shows I have ever seen. And my friend, who has never seen this show before absolutely loved it. The person who portrayed Divine this year looked amazing. Baby Le Strange performed my favorite numbers, and again, a feather boa and egg were evacuated from her practically naked body. Lane Fawkes has phenomenal stage presence (and, I seriously need one of those CUNT shirts). And the three fellas who did the bear and teabagging skits were AWESOME. If you can sum up your entire evening in the following words, you're living life right:
"I just watched a person dressed as Divine eat a turd in front of a crowd. I saw a woman pull a feather boa out of her vagina and drop an egg from her ass. Said egg was later dropped in a John Waters impersonator's beer and he brute force chugged the drink in front of the audience. I also saw tea bags pulled from men's underpants, placed into Dixie cups and topped with hot water, only to be served to the people around me. I also had my tits measured for raffle tickets."
Shows like this remind me how much I love this city. Fun, filth, and debauchery in one night under one roof. I look forward catching more shows in the future.
Coming up next:
Black Lodge Burlesque (burlesque inspired by the works of David Lynch) sometime in August?
If you know of any other shows worth catching, let me know. It's nice to get out of my cave every once in a while.
Love and shit.