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Barely a foot over the threshold into the Foyer, just outside both the Playhouse and The Studio, an usher directs all on a path toward the cloaking area. With not even a pause for a breath or to negotiate a waffle cone over the tongue and down the throat, the hustle is over and potential bombs safely put away. Collection tags still reek of a system in disorder with speed of retrieval on gestures from patrons.
Reviewed 5 August 2005 under Stage Antics and Theatrics
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