Just as the man is calmed, action erupts elsewhere on stage. Under the platform, a tall blond man puts on a dress and make-up and complains about the music. Someone destroys a plastic plant and another person later reconstructs it. A rollerblader sucking a lollipop gives rides. In time, the prudish woman starts to enjoy physical contact and, almost randomly, she reaches a climax.
Events unfold sequentially and casually, each in a bit of agitated stage.
The white light remains unfocused, never favoring one dancer or scene over another. Accordion music and the voice of the prudish lyric singer fill the theater. The plentiful ideas don t always go to their full potential, but it doesn't matter. When you are hanging out, watching the movement of the world go around, not everything is profound. The movements are sometimes superficial.