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The names of the women in Liza BirkenmeiersDr.
Rides American Beach Housewill automatically make you cast your mind back 30 years.
But theyre satellites to Harriet and Matilda, Matilda and Harriet.
NASAs phallic rocket waiting on its launchpad is forgotten; the women stare into each others eyes.
The play itself just keeps soaring up and up and up.
Im still working out whats happening inDr.
Ride, because despite its casual humor and dizzying erotic atmosphere, theres something clean-lined and literary under it.
Sieh, on the other hand, seems to be having all these thoughts for the first time.
I already know walking in that shes great.
Here shes at her most pure and radiant, a narrow, determined candle flame.
If your theater appetite hasnt been slaked by 90 minutes of beers and Breyers withDr.
Ride, then Id recommend the Radiohole showNow Serving, back at Collapsible Hole in the West Village.
Theres a man in a Pepe the Frog costume (Eric Dyer) who is kind of a servant?
Or a sex toy?
(Long pig is supposedly what Pacific Islanders called human flesh.)
And why do they keep describing the food as consensual?
The danger is, the tastes addictive.
Im hoping to go back, and I dont usually see things twice.
So howdoyou kill the long pig?
Shouldnt I face the arugula and find out?
