Jared and I went to see Chikara wrestling last night at the Troc.
Chikara is doing something rather avant garde with theater that would never be acknowledged as high concept art, but IS. My god, but it is. First of all, it is INCREDIBLY physically demanding for it’s performers. The athletics behind what they do blows me away. But then there was also this forth-wall breaking moment last night that was unexpected and wonderful.
At the end of the show, it looked like one of the wrestlers was about to win a match when security swarmed the ring, gathered up the performers and suddenly announced that the show was over. They ripped down the set, kicking over the curtains to reveal a beautifully staged tableu, a suffering wrestler atop of a sarcophagus (!) that we know contains another wrestler sealed inside. Security, in these black suits with t-shirts that…
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