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...people's children. There are queues for food, queues for asking questions, queues for liquor-and finally queues for nothing, because there is nothing left. Then there is only boredom, and the debris of boredom. Dirty glasses, old newspapers, crumpled cigarette packs. Even the people are debris. Women wander aimlessly, their hair frazzled, their makeup so streaked that their faces look as if they are melting. Men in rumpled suits, with three days' growth of beard, slump in chairs staring at the message boards that bear no messages...
...avail. Predictably, the hunters learn that they cannot survive without their quarries. Without speaking a word of each other's language, the odd couple eventually construct a raft and go off in search of rescuers. Stranded again on a different island, they find no one, and wander offscreen...
...never tells me what he wants," says Sapone. "He leaves that entirely up to me. I search for special cloth in Naples, or I wander through mountain villages in Yugoslavia and Italy looking for 'homemade' materials like Dalmatian felt or an Abruzzi velvet. Picasso loves velvet." Once Sapone delighted Picasso with a pair of cuffless, horizontally striped trousers. "I've always wanted them," said the master. "Courbet had a pair just like them...
...Serpent, if one ignores the form in favor of the content (not an easy thing to do), inquires into the source, nature and existence of guilt, leaping back in time from James Earl Ray and Sirhan Sirhan to Cain. Ideas wander idly in and out of the action. At all point's the company stretches its physical resources to the limit, and proves itself an unusually well-coordinated lot. Although The Open Theatre doesn't go in for the acrobatics encouraged by Julian Beck and his crowd, these performers seem every bit as able as their Living Theatre counterparts...
Plump Edwardians wander with suave decadence out of Aubrey Beardsley's world, and creatures consume them selves with Steinbergian detachment. There are silk screens from Warholville and numbers from Indiana. Psychedelia explodes and art nouveau swirls in the most unexpected places. Corridor doors are open on surrealist nightmares, Freudian symbolisms and early movies-all combined in a swiveting, swirling splurge of phantasmagoria, puns, pastiches and visual non sequiturs...