![]() More fascinating than the stage antics was the audience itself. Why waste money on something as frivolous as a director? The blame must be directed at Foster Entertainment, the producers of the show, who are reputable and should know better but apparently, this is nothing more than a gravy train: promise them penises and the audiences will come. Thus, the benefit of the doubt must be given to the performers, who can’t direct themselves and don’t know that they are presenting themselves as utter amateurs. It seemed as if it had been staged without a director.Ī closer look at the program credits reveals the problem - there is, in fact, no director. ![]() Aside from the “dick tricks” themselves, there is a shocking and unforgiveable lack of imagination in the proceedings. Although they are extremely comfortable in their nudity, which I find admirable, and they can stretch their dicks and balls with a ferocity that could be considered enviable, their stage presence is more akin to kids putting on a show in the basement for the neighbors. It gives one pause to think of what a B- or C-team would have been like. The performers are supposedly an “A-team” among the many trained “puppeteers” that now inhabit the planet. Certainly it couldn’t have lasted this long and played in so many cities and countries if it was little more than a hastily-produced cheap thrill, right? I knew this going in - it is, after all, the main attraction -but for some reason, I was expecting a sense of showmanship, a sense of theatrics, even a bit of artistry. ![]() ![]() In the off chance that you’ve never heard of it, Puppetry of the Penis is a couple of guys who perform nude onstage to demonstrate the so-called “ancient art of genital origami,” stretching and twisting their junk into mildly amusing contortions sort of like shadow puppets, only with genitalia and without the shadows. If ever it once was theater, I cannot say, but what it either has now become or, perhaps, has always been, is a crass display of sophomoric hijinks. Silly me since it had played, among other venues, at the Edinburgh Theater Festival as well as Off-Broadway for a respectable run in New York, I had this strange idea that, whatever else it was, it would be first and foremost theater. I never knew that I was a prude until I attended Puppetry of the Penis at The Jewel Box inside Las Vegas’s Erotic Heritage Museum. ![]()
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