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| by T. Ropelato (copy editor) / Photos by Maya Arellano | October 2009 | ||
I walk into a dark, small cloudy theater, reminiscent of an underground China-Town opium den. The crowd is packed full of drug addled freaks much better suited for the Industrial underpass than the theater. I can already sense trouble in the air; these potsmoking folks are an unsavory bunch. As I walk through the crowd they eye me like savage beasts, their jowls salivating as if they haven’t eaten in weeks. I hurriedly dashed for my seat stepping over the drug-induced threesome on the floor. As I sink into my seat, I can feel the THC seeping into my brain, locking with the cannibinoid receptors and releasing a flood of endorphins into the body. Suddenly, all hell breaks loose. The couple in front of me suddenly starts savagely clawing each other’s faces off. Across the room someone sacrifices a puppy to the Canaanite god Moloch, and the entire theater is thrown into a murderous, cannibalistic blood orgy. Quickly, I realize my sin and plunge head first through a 30-story window, praying to Uncle Sam, apple pie, and Edgar Hoover for forgiveness en-route to my untimely demise. Splat. Dead. Another vibrant young life, ruined by the devil weed…“Marijuhana.”
Ok, maybe it wasn’t exactly like that, but that’s what Mr. Anslinger and his propaganda pushing buddies would like you to believe. For those of you not familiar with the original “Reefer Madness,” it was a 1930’s propaganda film warning parents of the demonic possession of their children by weed. The film shows (in all seriousness) how smoking herb will lead to promiscuity, murder, suicide and eventually (Gasp!) jazz music.
I may not know theater, but I know what I like…when I’m blazed…and I was pretty blazed. The play won me over immediately with the opening dancing Stoner-Zombie number and it just got better from there. The cast seemed to work really well with each other and delivered the jokes in a way even someone as high as me could get it…15 minutes later.
I was mesmerized by the beautiful, half naked girls dancing and singing during the “Orgy” scene. The intermission brought much needed water and munchies, the shining box of home-baked goodies was like an oasis for my blood-shot eyes. After rushing back from a, uh, smoke break, I was starving and during the brownie song, gobbled the munchies with joy.
The second act brings about all the needless destruction and death from a life of dealing with Mary Jane in a great tragic fashion that Sophocles would giggle at (after eating a delicious brownie). Overall, the pot was great...I mean the play was great, special thanks to the Atlas Theatre Ensemble and the CSN Performing Arts Center for bringing such a fun show to our school. If you haven’t seen it yet, go. Legalize it!
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