Finding the caliente in Andrew's 2012 magnum opus was like finding hay in a haystack. Here's my short list:
1) I liked the tufts of artisinal chest hair. I like it when a spandex unitard comes kitted out with a deep V-neck and ravenous fur.
|Shot of Andrew's pre-show desk, courtesy of MJG.|
3) I liked the stage swathed in darkness. It smelled like anticipation.
4) I liked the florescent aria and the cross-over fake piano spirochetes. Even Scaramouch would appreciate the general fandango.
5) Gymnastics. Suspenders. Mustache.
It was a spectacular junket well crafted by the titans of the lip synch. Although I still have no idea what that song is about.