No, this isn't a movie review, but a comment on the street entertainment going on in front of the theater. There were four women doing belly dancing outside, two of which were svelte, one average, and the other, ummm, morbidly obese. All had little outfits on with clinky coin belts to shimmy and shake, but Miss Rotund was doing the equivilent of an out-of-balance washing machine or demonstrating wave action upon a very white and fleshy beach.
Right next to them were three 20-somethings passing out anarchy pamphlets, encouraging us sheep to rise up out of the grasslands and slaughter our political shepherds.
The moment was quite surreal.
Totem