The Party's (Almost) Over

MISTER Z must close April 25th. Barring a surprise transfer to Broadway, this is your last chance to see the show the Chronicle calls a "marriage of depravity and delight, of filth and fantasy, of turds and technical genius." Ticket info here.

The Chronicle review is up. A QUOTE that will be particularly tough to live up to: "Hislope and Meyer as Mister Z and his doppelganger are instruments of terpsichorean precision... In between (and sometimes while) abusing and/or pleasuring each other via stimulation of various orifices with various implements, the dapper pair performs dances with the sort of audience-thrilling synchronicity exemplified by martial artists Jackie Chan and Sammo Hung in the initial fight sequence from the chop-socky classic Project A – to the same impressive comedic effect. We're suggesting here that Hislope and Meyer, as creators and performers, have reached a level of supreme martial artistry..." 

turn to pg. 12

Mister Z pops up on pg. 12 of this month's American Theatre magazine, as part of a preview of Austin's burgeoning Fusebox Festival. (As a side note, why has this magazine become so hard to find? In all of Austin, the only place that had a copy was a Barnes and Noble on the outskirts of town. I put in a request for BookPeople to start carrying it again, so here's hoping...)

The View from the Audience

Thanks to Joncory for sending these our way.

"...despoiled Lord Andrew Lloyd Webber."

Michael Barnes reports on our opening night. 

WHAT I FOUND ON MY CAR AFTER OPENING NIGHT

A foul coincidence or our first review?

The Fury of Tech Week

Ah, the exquisite fury of tech week! Platforms pieced together like a dozen lost pieces from different puzzles, a naughty maid asleep in the bathtub with a thrown back, the endless ingestion of migas tacos, knuckles cut open on the metal edge of an old trunk, Travis Dean's daredevil carpentry, a bloody tuxedo unintentionally turned hot pink, ropes coming out of the most surprising places, a naughty maid HIT BY A CAR, questionable interpretations of the fire code, and the relief of emptying props out of our cars for the LAST TIME. These are all good signs that Mister Z Loves Company will be ripe and ready to open on Friday at 8pm. Call (512) 478-5282 for tickets.