Went to this show at Flashpoint with my friend Steph, and I couldnt figure out what to say about it. Then it occurred to me that Steph has a journalism degree from Columbia and writes for the goddamn Washington Post so here is the cut and paste of what she wrote:
Planning on heading to dog & pony dc's show "Punch -- That's the Way We Do It" at Flashpoint over the next week? If so, I think it's fair to give you a quick rundown of what to expect from the uber-violent live action puppet show:
1. A plethora of F-bombs: The three middle-aged women sitting behind me seemed moderately mortified by the amount of obscenity, especially when the title character asked me to scream the mother of all bad words (and I complied).
2. A lot of four-letter words beginning with C: "Punch" aims to shock, and there are only so many words more ostentatiously vulgar than a four-letter word beginning with F.
3. An up-close and personal chat with some of the characters: The masked Punch sat in the chair directly in front of me, made a sniffing sound and asked me something along the lines of, "Is that a strawberry-scented douche?" On the plus side, I will finally have a response to the question, "What's your most embarrassing moment?"
4. A disemboweling: Need I say more?
5. An extra special send-off: As the actors were leaving the stage, one of them left us with a parting gift -- his middle finger. The funny thing is, after such an over-the-top show, I couldn't help but feel like the gesture was a bit anti-climactic.
Look at this trainwreck from the Video MUSIC Awards. From a random blogger, "Seriously, what the eff was that? Worse lip-synching than SNL-era
Ashlee Simpson, clodfooted and seemingly drunken "dance" moves that in
no way reflected the hours of rehearsal time she'd reportedly logged at
the Millennium Dance Studio, a flabby physique that looked like it'd
undergone only three minutes of its prescribed 8-Minute Abs routine..
