The best thing…
…about yesterday’s pantomime is that it prompted the following exchange on the way home:
See, I still don’t understand the pudding machine. What was it for?
Well, it made the pudding monster, which scared the widow in drag.
But there was no real need for that to happen, right? I mean, it didn’t advance the plot or anything? What about Chekhov and the gun on the wall in the first act having to go off in the third?
Pantomimes aren’t about being all necessary and important and things. They’re about the excess! The gratuitous!
…Also, I never figured out what the deal was with the hairy magician. Did they need him for anything?
Well, he knew the cushions of doom would defeat the giant’s sackbutt.
Here are the (gangsta-rapping) goose, the (extremely short but very large-handed) giant with his sackbutt, and both halves of the cow. Not shown: Cushions of Doom.
Ok, gotta run. Avi’s in town.