A performer furiously counts to a billion and beyond. A baby doll isdismembered of her arm and then decapitated. A woman desperately tries topick up a scrap of paper with her feet. The best absurdist scenarios in thismildly antagonistic revue catch you off-guard with their ability to evoke,to shock, to disturb. (The worst will bore you to tears.) Lurching fromleaden agit-prop to lighthearted nonsense, Soiree DADA doeseverything dada should do. It annoys. It tickles. It wearies. It delights.The German accents are terrible. The whiteface makeup and the suits withbowler hats feel equally indebted to Marcel Marceau as to the MC fromCabaret. Death to dada. Long live dada. You may not like the show butTristan Tzara probably wouldn’t have it any other way.
By Soirée DADA
Performance Space 122 - Upstairs
Sat, Aug 13 at 2:30 p.m.; Sun, Aug 14 at 5 p.m.; Mon, Aug 15 at 9 p.m.; Fri, Aug 19 at 7 p.m.; Sat, Aug 20 at 4:30 p.m.