What's it about?
Dandy Darkly takes the audience through a journey of dark, satirical tales of the “American Dream.”
What'd I experience?
As I made my way to the theater, I felt right at home. The memories. The nostalgia. Pure bliss. If you’re ever looking for me, I’m probably around there. I entered the cozy, intimate theater and made my way down the stairs. I noticed the first row was empty, so I asked if it was reserved. It wasn’t, so I sat dead in the center of the front row. I giggled to myself a bit too because I had just entered the “forbidden” front row.
Dandy Darkly made his way to the stage, and can I just say that he looked... BEAUTIFUL? He had this gorgeous makeup on, and I was kind of jealous. He had colorful glitter on his forehead, amazingly high eye brows, and red blush/lipstick to tie it all together. I loved it, and what made it even better was that it could be scary at the same time. He’d laugh like a maniac, and I would see the beauty and happiness turn dark and sour. It was awesome.
His awesomeness didn’t stop there. The way he was on stage, it felt like watching a silly kid. Being a kid at heart, I totally connected to him. His energy, happiness, and unfiltered speech had me feeling like I was staring into a familiar mirror. I felt comfortable in his presence, which led to a lot of cheering and wooing, loudly I might add. He embodied a silly clown with a dark spin. Could you ask for more?
What I appreciated was watching him improvise when things weren’t working out and catching that little laugh he would have when it happened. There was a scene where he was supposed to flip and catch a coin, but he missed. He was able to work picking it up into the performance, but that little giggle before getting the coin made me smile. Also, his jacket got stuck in his gun. If you were really paying attention, you would notice, but he was so smooth about it, that if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have caught it. His ability to continue with a little laugh at himself made it all that much better. I felt connected to him and the show, seeing those intimate, unplanned moments. It was really nice.
When it came to the stories, I’m not sure why, but I just couldn’t keep up. I would try to find the main storyline, but I would catch myself drifting away. It could’ve been the ideas going over my head, but I started to look for little things that were familiar. Most of those were funny punch lines - like when he stroked his “weaponry” or daily exercise by jumping to conclusions. I may not have been able to keep up with the stories, but I definitely caught that.
If there’s one thing that really stood out to me, it would have to be the various references to sex. There were many. Too many to count. He would hilariously thrust his hips to insinuate sex. Those scenes just had me shaking my head and laughing. It was totally ridiculous but funny at the same time. Sex jokes.
That ending though. Man, that ending. He said all this deep stuff, and it made me want to join a revolution or protest or….I don’t know….something. He spoke about how real death is real life, and how real life goes on after one dies. He continued on to talk about how we should fight for change to achieve happiness. How Americans were known for fighting and how words are powerful, inflicting fear on our leaders. Some heavy stuff, and I’m still thinking about it. What really is the American Dream? The pursuit of happiness and fighting till we get what we want. I know I will.