puppetry of the penis written and performed by Simon Morley and David Friend. Presented by David J. Foster and Ross Mollison at the New Yorker Theatre (651 Yonge). Limited run, Tuesday-Thursday 8 pm, Friday-Saturday 7 and 9:30 pm, Sunday 7 pm. $29.90-$44.90. 416-872-1111. Rating: NN
when i took a leak after seeingPuppetry Of The Penis, I realized that I won't be seeing penises -- my own or anyone else's -- the same way again.That must count for something. The show itself -- which features two guys manipulating their penises, scrotums (scroti?) and testes into amusing and sometimes unrecognizable shapes -- feels like a circus freak show. Kinda fun, kinda weird, but in the end kinda boring and a bit of a ripoff.
Hailing from Australia, the two performers -- Simon Morley and David Friend, clad for most of the show in shoes and socks -- call their work, which features a video camera and a screen, "installations." That's a pretentious term for playing around with their cocks.
The two are likeable enough, but their personas aren't well defined and the show isn't well structured.
Some pieces work better than others: the Hamburger, for instance, gets more laughs of recognition than the roller skate. But the show peters out, since it follows a repetitious "now we'll do famous landmarks, now we'll do fast food" structure.
Imagine what they could do if they put their dicks together. Rather than a series of monotonous penis monologues, we'd get duets and scenes.
For instance, the two Aussie penises could play out the famous "A dingo ate my baby!" scene from A Cry In The Dark.
That's what the show needs. Dick drama.