The night was spend with the gang in KLPac to watch Edwyn, Melissa and Sangeetha's performance - Arthur Kopit's Oh Dad, Poor Dad.It was my first time watching this type of live performance.
It was totally an eye opening for me as I didn't know it was absolutely awesome.
We can guess, watching Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feelin' So Sad, that playwright Arthur Kopit had some issues with women. His two female leads are lunatics: First, a mother so fastidious and overbearing that she locks her son in a hotel room for his entire life. Second, a child-molesting slut who seems hopelessly attracted to Asperger's syndrome. Madonna and whore, mother and lover, a virginal womb and a deflowered one: This is Kopit's bipolar world, where estrogen is gunpowder and testosterone engenders innocence.
Oh Dad, Poor Dad takes place in a hotel in 1950s Havana. Madame Rosepettle is an American widow traveling the Caribbean. She's pushy, demanding, and insulting to everyone. She travels with a piranha, two Venus flytraps and her recently deceased husband, whose corpse is stuffed and hanging in the hotel closet.
Her son, Jonathan, is an obsessive-compulsive collector of stamps, coins and books. Clad in suspenders, shorts and tall black socks, Jonathan is more than a dork -- he's an over-protected son, imprisoned in his mother's room, unable to make decisions, viewing the world through a homemade telescope. Still, life is just uncomfortable until Rosalie arrives: She's a cute blonde in a pink dress, but her lust for Jonathan is comically combustible. This leads to a battle of wits between mother and girlfriend, and everything ends in insanity and death.
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