Saw Damon Intrabartolo's entertaining and bizarre
Ann E. Wrecksick last night. A parody of
Annie, this version's raison d'tre is to make fun of fat people, lesbians, nazi's, meth addicts, homosexuals, black people and Jews. The theatre is located in the basement (read: death trap) of
Casita Del Campo, a Silverlake Mexican restaurant, which really fit. The whole thing felt like a musical version of John Waters
Desperate Living. Damon's gone out of his way to be in as bad taste as possible.
Now, I really enjoyed myself and was really taken in by the Brechtian deliberate bad acting (the actors occasionally do backflips while reciting dialogue and have names like "Stoner Boy", Tomboy Girl" and "All Purpose Boy" and when a reporter snaps Ann E.'s photo, instead of an actual flash, he says "flashbulb!") and it's refreshing to see an unsentimental musical that really isn't afraid to shy away from the fact that lesbians are all pedophiles who slip ruffies to kids, but there came a moment in the show, perhaps when the homeless man on stage who's clearly been jacking off underneath a newspaper has the newspaper ripped off to reveal a dildo underneath, that I felt that the shows Puscht Hall antics were so desperate to mine the very rock bottom that it stopped being clever and was just kind of- well, bankrupt.
Don't get me wrong, it's a very funny show, but it's also the musical equivalent of a snuff film. To quote a line from the show- "I don't buy it, but I'll rent it." Go see it tonight before it closes if you can.
The cast joined us all for margarita's at the bar upstairs after the show. My NYC pal Jeff Todd was in the show, to my total surprise, playing a meth addicted drug running homosexual Nazi. Also ran into Tom Lenk, who seems to be in every show I go see in L.A. (He steals
The Book of Liz). Got to meet Steven Trask, who came to the show and talked at length about the joys of Kentucky. And to complete the name dropping, I finally got to meet Damon, who apparently emailed me through Friendster back when we both lived in New York and who I never replied to. I don't remember this at all, I swear.
Later, got drunker at
Akbar. This past week has involved more drinking for me than usual. I have a very sedate life. I've firmly come to believe that the people who are "on the scene" are never the ones who actually ever get anything done, so I like going to bed early, being able to work and all that. In any event, ran into the blonde boy I briefly dated last year when first moving to L.A. and decided I still hate him. In fact, in the past two weeks, I've run into and spoke with every person I was trying to ignore and thought I would never see again (read: ex boyfriends). It's really surreal that they all come back at once. Like lemmings.
Too hot for
Sunset Junction today, so I'll be writing more of the greek play.
And throwing up.
