You Can't MAKE This Shit Up
Well, maybe YOU can't, but THEY can
By Wayne Alan Brenner,
1:29PM, Fri. Jul. 1, 2011
Okay, you know those people who run the Hideout Theatre Downtown?
[You know the Hideout itself, of course: That upstairs stage above the coffeehouse that's an oasis in the midst of oven-intensity heat and Aqualung-intensity panhandlers? The place that houses a battalion of some of this city's best improvisers?]
This weekend – Hey, tonight! And Saturday! – they're gathering troupes from all over the ATX to present new & classic long-form improv shows from early evening to beyond midnight.
Oh! The campy shenanigans of "Holy 1960s Batman, Batman!" Oh! The Mametian testosteronics of "Confidence Men!"
Oh! The mindwarping Philip K. Dick workings of "False Matters!"
Oh! The amazing "Code Duello" from Boston!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
[Note: Boston is somewhat beyond the parameters of "the ATX," yes.
Boston is way the fuck up there in Massachusetts.]
And, full disclosure, your Chronicle correspondent (Wayne Alan Brenner)
is scheduled to introduce a couple of shows there tonight:
Parallelogramophonograph's French Farce and Get Up, at 10 & 11pm.
As another Austin Chronicle correspondent (Mark Fagan) might phrase it:
"This shit is gonna be off the hook, yo!"
[Note: M. Fagan, he's all about the hip-hop. In fact, sometimes
sometimes we even call him Lil' Fagan around the office
and then have to argue with our proofreaders about the position of that apostrophe.]
So, ah, how could we not recommend this night of wild antics?
See you there, citizen.