Tour de Force

Of Nice and Men is a snappy, genre-driven play predicated on your typical hero’s journey through the heartland once regarded as antiquated–cornball, even–in the pseudo-sophisticated shadow of a cultured society we’ve been thrust into by the more majorly militaristic manchildren among us (trading individual liberties for big boy toys and candy).

Since we occupy an epoch where modern delineation truly has strangled the life out of chronological concerns (that is to say we’ve had our fair share of allegorical parallelograms in our time, no doubt about that, no siree), if you find yourself charged with taking in this three-hour beauty, you can–and should–simply attend the theatre as a pilgrim of the arts, allowing yourself to become awash in a different reality, even if only for a glimmering moment.

Other than the obvious sociological implications afforded to us by the title, you’ll be pleasantly surprised by the tap dance sequences that pop up seemingly from out of nowhere (even though I’ve just spoiled the twist for you, but you pay that no mind). In a nutshell, this tour de force pits Americana versus whimsy at the intersection of Leap and Gamble Avenues.

For all my field trip aficionados out there, I recommend bringing a schoolbusful of primary school students to see the Wednesday matinee, as tickets for 12 and under are free.

Thursday Aficionado – 17:56GMT

Caroline is a Thursday aficionado, never much cared for what the rest of the week has to offer. Caroline is a Thursday aficionado, decided that if she needed to devote a day to merriment, the somewhat transitionary day near the end of the week would suffice. Caroline is a Thursday aficionado, and in the near future, she’ll take her love of Day 5 into the high school classroom. She plans to bring cake doughnuts (just dry enough) for her improving students, with the promise of sprinkles if they ace the next quiz. Caroline is a Thursday aficionado who hopes those damn kids will volunteer to receive a decent education through incentivized sugar doling. Perhaps they’ll even find a fondness for Thursday that they never knew was there.

I really wish I could remember anything I’m saying here. Maybe they’re listening. I doubt it.
My nose itches.