Twelfth Night: Dude Looks Like a Lady
I am not the most cultured man. While this is a review on a Shakespeare play, it is a rarity. suffice to say, I am all about watching ladies dress like men and subsequently watching other men get boners while hanging around a lady in drag. Maybe it’s a little excessive to run a 3 hour play on cross dressing boner jokes or maybe Billy Shakes didn’t have it in him to write that many jokes, but the majority of the scenes do not feature Viola, the cross dressing maiden. Most of the play focuses on Malvolio, who in this iteration looks like the clumsy French waiter off the Simpsons. I would have loved if he spoke in a French accent.

I can’t really complain about the show. I laughed enough and there was gratuitous drinking. The whole play was made into a musical, which helped keep me focused.
During a scene that takes place in a spa, I was hoping that a wardrobe malfunction would occur on a precariously placed towel covering Viola’s chest. Like some sort of malevolent monkey’s paw curse, a towel did slip, but on some hairy assed dude. Fate is cruel.

Twelfth Night: Dude Looks Like a Lady


I am not the most cultured man. While this is a review on a Shakespeare play, it is a rarity. suffice to say, I am all about watching ladies dress like men and subsequently watching other men get boners while hanging around a lady in drag. Maybe it’s a little excessive to run a 3 hour play on cross dressing boner jokes or maybe Billy Shakes didn’t have it in him to write that many jokes, but the majority of the scenes do not feature Viola, the cross dressing maiden. Most of the play focuses on Malvolio, who in this iteration looks like the clumsy French waiter off the Simpsons. I would have loved if he spoke in a French accent.

I can’t really complain about the show. I laughed enough and there was gratuitous drinking. The whole play was made into a musical, which helped keep me focused.

During a scene that takes place in a spa, I was hoping that a wardrobe malfunction would occur on a precariously placed towel covering Viola’s chest. Like some sort of malevolent monkey’s paw curse, a towel did slip, but on some hairy assed dude. Fate is cruel.