TimeOut New York by Helen Shaw, 2010
It’s easy to get disoriented at the Wooster Group’s current production. Bewildered by the uniforms, GIs doing the hula and the occasional razzle-dazzle song-and-dance number, you might assume you’ve stumbled into South Pacific, albeit one updated with Cold War paranoia. Hey! The Rodgers and Hammerstein estate finally got hip to postmodernism, you’d think. But gradually you would notice that the songs sound like dirty playground ditties, the gender dynamics are decidedly bleak, and the dead characters don’t fall down. Relax: You are at the Group’s fun-house-mirror musical, North Atlantic, and the linguistic somersaults have only just begun.
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