Theatre Sports (press review)

By 3 Way Stop & Stal Gayheart

We’re on to something.  A mystery. We spy.  We spy on them and we ask ourselves, “What do they do in those secret classes before the show on a Monday?” Probably chanting ancient mantras and doing secret handshakes, that’s what.  Once we even saw a guy in a hat. And I think I smelled incense. The kind you get at a Chinese shop for R6. That can only mean one thing… TheatreSports.

We watch them, we watch the TheatreSports and we think, how the fuck to write a review on a show that is always different? And before you go “well, aah, but…” we know that every single show of every single other play is never exactly the same (oh, the joys of theatre dahling), but not like this.  This is always very different. But the same. But different. But the same.  Red pill, blue pill, red pill, blue pill…

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