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I had the great fortune to check out Richard Foreman‘s latest production “Wake Up Mr. Sleepy! Your Unconcious Mind Is Dead!” the other night thanks to a friend of mine and I can’t believe how much I loved the thing. I had never been to a Foreman production before. I’m don’t follow theater, so I had actually never even heard of him, although now I wish I had.
Wake Up Mr. Sleepy is a combination of theater, film projection, and sound/music/voice over that “postulates the invention of the airplane (controlled by a horde of baby-doll pilots) as the death knell of the unconscious mind. Foreman is responding to a world in which visionary sages and poets are being replaced by specialists who make platitudes out of the immediately observable and hand-feed them to the public.” Oh, and there are aliens involved! But really, that sort of didn’t matter. Somehow, you could just watch the whole mind bogglingly bizarre show unfold, letting it all wash over you without reading into every last detail.
Out of the five of us that went it seemed as though the three guys at least liked it while the women didn’t. Odd. Did our tiny sampling suggest that women prefer a bit more narrative and traditional structure to their theater?
At any rate, I should remember to check out the next mind expanding Foreman show.
(BTW, the title of this post is something that’s repeated numerous times during the show. Being that I work in online advertising, this really stuck with me. )
