The twenty-something hipster quotient at Friday’s Spoleto Soiree was off the charts and into another realm altogether. You could have powered a small city for a week on the sexual energy crackling around the Gaillard Exhibition Hall, fueled by several open bars, pulse-punding ung-cha-ung-cha from a DJ in the corner, enough liquor to fill the grotto at the Playboy mansion, and an acreage of bared leg and cleavage to make Jenna Jameson blush. To paraphrase Dorothy Parker, if you had laid every girl in the room end to end, I wouldn’t be at all surprised. The future of Spoleto looks … horny.
The play’s text contains nearly 130 similar samples of lyrics from 80 different musical artists, from The Doors to The Beatles to The Cure. Dood Paard has been presenting the English-language show at a variety of European locations, but that evening’s performance, Bakker said, was the very first time they’d performed it for an English-speaking audience.
I hafta wonder: how many Charlestonians would go to see a postmodern play based on a work by Euripides performed completely in Dutch? (And we call ourselves cultured.)