Saturday, March 31, 2012

Day 88


-- After the perfect breakfast on a bench outside, Lindsay and I made it to yet another Alphonse Mucha museum! It was even more incredible than the one we had gone to yesterday, having more original lithograph prints, some mess ups showing the process, his photography of models, some oil paintings, drawings, and even a film about the artist. I cannot explain to you how obsessed I am with him and his work right now.
sketch of Mucha's Salon des Cent

We had dinner at The Globe, which is a neat caffe/bar/restaurant and bookstore that is one of Lindsays favorites. And in the late evening, we decided to go to the Black Light Theatre to see a production of Alice in Wonderland that was called “the Aspect of Alice.” Lindsay, Deanne, and I ventured off to this performance that miss Linds had heard was good from another friend. And as a huge fan of Alice in Wonderland, open to viewing a Prague theatre performance, I excitedly said yes! Well, let me tell you about this performance of “the Aspects of Alice”…

The theatre performance contained the following scenes:
- Alice eating a red apple that he father tempted her with
- Alice conducting dancing, glove hands
- Father figure either getting stabbed or crucified
- Alice playing with a menorah
- Alice dancing with two racist and overly-stereotypical Jewish men
- Alice being cheered up by two clowns, an old man and a young woman, who were swinging on a bendy pole
- Alice dancing next to two pairs or “sexy” legs up in the air, and slapping one of the women’s thighs (their legs were like lily pads?)
- Alice and another women nude (100% topless with nude panties) facing each other and caressing each other’s arms sexually
- Alice and the man who I
thought was her father got married, had a baby, and then it seemed as though she committed suicide out the window
- a weird film mixture of cartoons (some inappropriate things) and human beings with an Alice-like character giving another woman flowers

There were no words, repetitive and bizarre chime-y music throughout the entire show, and a tiny crowd

Needless to say, though I was at first pissed because it seemed like a tourist scam and waste of money, I caught myself in a fleet of glee in the middle-end of the first act. I laughed so hard that I cried. Literally, I cried at least three times from laughing (at least). If some one can tell me how this Black Light Theatre performance resembles, in any way, a story of Alice in Wonderland, please, please enlighten me, as I sit in the dark, black-lighten theatre of pure insanity.

Sidenote: I advise you all to never go see this performance if you make your way to Prague!

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