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THE SEX WITH ROBOTS FESTIVAL

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I’ve seen a lot of people comment after shows that they can’t believe how talented their friends are.

Those folks are chumps because I don’t need to rely on my belief. I KNOW how talented, skilled, and determined my friends are to bring their best to everything they do.

Capslock Theater’s SEX WITH ROBOTS FESTIVAL (at the Secret Theater in L.I.C., or as I call it “That Honeycomb theater Hearts Like Fists was in.”) is without a doubt the sexiest show I’ve ever seen. And I once saw a Christmas show performed completely naked! It’s an anthology show, much like Tales From the Crypt, only without the heavy handed morals and more full frontal male and female nudity. Nat Cassidy plays the Crypt Keeper for this collection of tales, but he only introduces the show with a rousing folk song about robot love and then leaves. Which kind of makes him not like the Crypt Keeper at all.

No BONES about it. NEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

No BONES about it. NEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Seriously though, that song of his better end up on one of his upcoming albums. Nat has a way of performing his songs that draws you into the story he weaves through it’s music. Check out Nat Cassidy & the Nines to hear what I’m talking about.

The night continues with 8 short plays, each focusing on human characters having sex with robots. There are some similar themes that run throughout, but what’s amazing about this night of theater is that for having 8 plays by 9 playwrights in a single evening, everything works remarkably well with each other. I fully admit that I was worried that the night would fit together like a barbie with G.I.Joe arms.

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Looking good in individual pieces, but a little weird as a whole. I’m glad I was so wrong.

The plays are remarkably open, raw, naked, and honest. It’s a night that will make you laugh to relieve uncomfortable tension. A night that will force you to stare unflinchingly at the feelings you have toward sex and love. A night that will make you open your heart just so it can punch it’s robotic fist right in there. It’s a night of shows that are exhilarating, sexy, fun, passionate, and dangerous.

The main problem with reviewing several short plays is that it’s incredibly easy to spoil all of them for an unexpecting audience. So rather than that, I’ll close my short article by championing some of my favorite plays and performances from the festival.

(These are in no particular order)

Richard Lovejoy and Eric John Meyer’s play [in which they both star as well], Simon Says, is wonderfully dark and creepy – and amps that up 150% when it breaks it’s fourth wall.

Taisetsu Na Hito by Leah Nanako Winkler is a really fun piece, but what really makes it sing are the performances by Darcy Fowler, Alex Herrald, and the focused and precise animatronic-like performance of Mari Yamamoto.

Just Right by Mariah MacCarthy is brutal and deep – like watching a lit stick of dynamite that you know is going to go off at any second.

Mac Rogers’ Sasha is a rather charming piece of 15-seconds-into-the-future sci-fi in that way Mac always pulls off so eloquently. Daryl Lathon also plays a slick salesman for Catherine LeFrere’s no nonsense robot.

A Real Boy by Natalie Zutter required some stellar performers, and it has that in spades with Nicko Libowitz and Diana Oh commanding the stage.

And Danny Bowes’ My Fantasy Sex Robot Came in the Mail Today is the anchor of the night for a good reason. It’s open heartfelt sentimentality took some massive courage to both put down on paper and perform for a live audience.

All of the directors deserve a shout out [Michael Gardner, Pete Boisvert, Kel Haney, Nick Leavens, Matt Dickson, Leta Tremblay, Melissa Attebery, and Amber Gallery] – their use of the 3/4ths round was amazing. Even being stuck off on stage right, I never felt like I was missing any of the action.

Also, despite reaching out to them personally after the show, I need to again praise both Stephen Heskett and Jennifer Harder who are never bad in anything. Seriously. I have no idea how they do it, but their inclusion in any show makes it a smash success. Be sure to catch my upcoming stage show, Steve and Jen Read the Phonebook. It’s 3 hours long without intermission, tickets have already almost sold out, and despite the show not even being real – critics are saying it’s on track to win all of the Tonys.

There’s just two showings left (tonight and tomorrow at 8pm) and if you’re in the NYC area, you HAVE to check this show out. Tickets are on sale at the door, but they go quick – so use this link to get tickets in advance.

Tickets ($18) may be purchased online at http://sexwithrobots.brownpapertickets.com/ or by calling 1-800-838-3006; $15 student/senior tickets are also available.

Also, to the jackass who snapped a photo from the seat behind me during Danny and Jennifer’s sex scene:

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You deserve to have your dick or cliterus ripped off and crushed beneath your cellphone that you were too stupid to even set to not make that shutter release sound effect.

This was a private performance and these actors did not give you permission to snap a candid photo of them with your shitty cellphone camera.


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