The PeeWee Herman show review from a non-critic's perspective
OK, to be honest, it's wednesday night in downtown LA and I'm home because they called last call at 11:51 pm at the bar across the street and the PeeWee Herman show let out closer to 10 and somewhere in there we hit Katsuya as always but we just weren't that hungry and they did last call closer to 11, forcing us out and onto the bar we just left.
I can't say the PeeWee Herman show was bad. I can say I was pre-K about the time he had his unfortunate rain-coater run-in with the media and I grew up not understanding the cultural references related to him (or anything for that matter) and halfway convinced that he was the devil incarnate for (gasp!) jacking off. I should mention that I grew up under a distant and inpenetrable rock.
I get the idea of the word of the day but not the nostalgia of it. I understand that women who take principal roles and wear sequins should be considered the most beautiful of them all but I don't agree with it. I am turned off by PeeWee's nervous child-like leg shaking. I can't help it. I can't say I didn't enjoy it though. By the end of the show I was emotionally involved with the outcome of the relationship between the heart-chapped cowboy and the MILF. I felt peace when PeeWee flew. They pulled me in.posted by
Kayden Kross on 12:57 AM ::
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WOW L.A. sounds like a pretty sweet place to live...Kinda like what the song "Welcome to the Jungle" from GnR makes it seem. :p
Or maybe Life in your shoes makes L.A. sound much more appealing.
