Open Throat
Little Island Amphitheater
July 10-14, 202
“I have never eaten a person before.”
Unlike Deep Throat, there’s nothing to see or hear here.
The show, adapted from Henry Hoke’s 2003 novel of the same name, may be sold out (God knows why) but never fear. Just meander on the circuitous path up Little Island at dusk, enjoy the blood red sunset and pause indefinitely at the third turn which directly overlooks the Aph stage. But make sure to arrive early. Welcome to not-quite Drag Queen story hour about a queer mountain lion in the (West) Hollywood Hills.
“My mouth opened and I touched the man,” says the person in Crocodile Dundee garb, complete with safari hat. The sole other occupant, strikingly clad in black, appears across the sparse white-floored oblong stage and suddenly flips on his back legs up, spread eagle.
I applaud Diane Von Furstenberg and Barry Diller for creating this marvelous and magical public space/manufactured park with the best outdoor theater on the island. I welcome their programming choices and the chances their funding doles out to alternate voices.
“Is it a boy or a girl?”, the little child swinging from the railing next to me asked. I looked askance to their parent for a response. This play/reading is NSFW and may not be for children.
