Company XIV - Queen of Hearts - Not really a review. More of a recollection.
Thursday night, we headed out to Bushwick to see a show. It feels like another world out there. A long way from the office in New Jersey where I'd been just hours before. And I mean that mostly in a non-geographic context.
(Bushwick is in Brooklyn, btw. Apparently this is not a well-known travel destination outside of a five-borough radius.)
Admittedly, I was feeling a little jangly when we first showed up and the venue seemed more like a club for people who don nude high heels to lengthen their leg line and then blow out their eardrums amidst unrelenting house music. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I'd left my earplugs in my other handbag. And I don't own a pair of nude high heels. I feel like they were a thing like three years ago. Has the trend become a classic? I'm not the type who would know.
But the second we got through the bar and into the theater space, I knew it was all going to work out just fine. We were greeted by a very beautiful host adorned in a glittery codpiece and the exact kind of smirk I admire.
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He plucked our tickets from one of those fancy posts that generally hold table numbers at banquets and escorted us to our seats.
I have this thing for certain types of rooms. I like:
- Chandeliers with excessive crystals.
- Chairs in the victorian style.
- Large deciduous trees brought indoors and strewn with glass beads and gold things.
- Enormous frosted glass punch bowls festooned with gold filigree.
- Really any kind of filigree.
- An ambiance in which, if someone asked you to name the color, you'd say "Red" without hesitation.
This is probably why I dream of living in that one townhouse on the corner of Greenwich Avenue and 8th Avenue. I can totally envision such an interior. The Queen of Hearts theater checked all the boxes. It kind of made the show immersive, even though it was not one of those break-the-fourth-wall-sleep-no-more type deals.
A highlight for me was when a performer unexpectedly flung himself into a chandelier to start his aerial act and someone in the audience right underneath said chandelier shrieked, "Whhaaat?" It was kind of perfect.
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| And into the chandelier |
A couple of singers were unexpectedly great.
Also I love Alice and Wonderland.
Who doesn't?
I'll tell you who doesn't: People I don't like very much.
I noticed how methodical the performers were about helping each other. They so easily and often offered each other a hand up or a hand down or helped with the complexities of wardrobe doffing. It cast a warmer edge on a show that might have felt detached.
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| Also you can't go wrong with midsummer flowers and a giant hoop. |
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