So much. Read the first post.
No need go improve. Charming little play with a huge and important message.
Steven Vlasak, the playwright, the directors, the producers, the cast, and the crew created a charming and hysterical production. And I would say healing and free of shame. I had the privilege of attending the fully nude or “naturist” production in which everyone, including the audience, were required to be disrobed completely in order to see the show. Those whom are germ phobic, don’t worry, we were all required to sit on towels, so the seats were protected for further productions. While I have never had body issues, I am thin and hung, though short, yet I have a lot of shame due to early childhood trauma and internalized homophobia even as an out bisexual man. I actually recently got back to Los Angeles from a month long rehab for porn addiction. Watching a funny and poignant play about not being ashamed of one’s body and one’s nudity, reminded me that beauty is always in the eye of the beholder, and even the most young and classically beautiful and tradionally handsome of us can hate our own bodies, and thus ourselves. Our weight, our height, our hair as it recedes and thins, our paleness, our over tanned and wrinkled skin, our eye color, our penis size, our breast size, etc. Disrobed attempts to remind us that we were born nude and nudity is nothing to be ashamed of nor afraid of. What was so moving to me was how the main couple had to maneuver and come together with the differences between those raised in a clothed household, and those raised in a naturist household, probably a greater minority than any ethnicity or orientation or gender. I saw two funny beautiful women who did not realize they were required as audience members to be nude for this one performance, try to decide whether to watch the show in the buff, or to get their money back. I was happy that they decided to attend the show.