Notorious is toward the exposure of the seedy needy. Where the close cut call to a stand off between behind the glass and from behind narrow down a focus on hate. Or disdain. Or sheer apathetic sighs and glances knowingly of the kind of situation which bears itself naked in the harsh light of an evening process. Observations are only as worthwhile as the people listening in and when the deaf are standing by, it's not much without the visual.
White or yellow in sushi rolls and will pass time quick when standing agape, jaw down and up in Pitt Street mall with amazement and wonder at the clock above Borders. Create a scene to enable others to stop and pay a few seconds of their time and it's a little performance for the hour before the hour.
Dungeon room antics nearly smash out one of the lights as the pace of the Sylar looking usher informs that there will be unlikely any information coming from him on confirmation of the flogging of merchandise and/or gear. Sad is the fact.
Straight out of the black and the puppeteers and improv artists throw it down for the intro song which drills an infection of the highest degree. "Puppet Up!" on song makes for quite the bug to wriggle inside to play on a rotating ear drum. Host Patrick Bristow with co-creator Brian Henson introduces the game and the stars of the show before reeling it back for the puppets to take over once more.
Obscene is the name of the game as far as the audience figure. Not enough credit for the seasons to know what to do in turning the mundane funny. Obvious note of gutter lying from the figures in the stalls and balcony. One thing to expect filth, another to force it upon as topics of suggestion.
Nevertheless, with the fresh beast of the night, the improv cast and performing puppets shy away from repeating themselves in a city. Holding nothing down to using the same chunks of fish from the plebs, it's a great show on their part to keep their toes on edge with the lip of the stage.
Audience participation is an affair of mixed nuts. One woman shoots high and hard to be as funny as the comics with their hands up the orifice of their counterparts. Failing miserably, the weight stays on the shoulders of the paid to deliver lines actually worth laughing at.
Second pawn for the night is a marked improvement. However, this is mainly due to the idiotic look and retarded facial expressions of the crippling audience. Over and done as they are with laughter from the sight of an earnest attempt at playing with the big guns.
Skits and pieces are tight with nary a crust to waffle over the syrup bowls in the squares of the pancake dimples. In and out with a precision laser point, the flow is fast, funny and fantastic. No legs are really capable of standing up with their brilliant finish. Otherwise an ovation no doubt.
Reviewed on Sunday, 25 March 2007