I'll tell you what I admire about dancers: it's the way they realize the body's potential. I mean, apart from a few genetic differences, we all come into the world with the same parts--arms, legs, necks, wangs, and so on. But some people--dancers, dick piercers, vajazzlers--take these things and turn their bodies into works of art. What have I ever turned my body into, besides a processing plant for Oreo McFlurries?
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My short reviews of Urban Theater Company's The Beauty of the Father and Signal Ensemble Theatre's East of Berlin and The Russian Play are in this week's Chicago Reader.
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