Just 72 hours ago, we were a typical improv company in a typical city, going about our typical business, typically. Then….
NOIR walked in. Ever since the moment we first laid eyes on NOIR, nothing’s been the same.
Look at us! We feel like a string of pearls wrapped around the sprocket of a ten speed bike, speeding down a steep hill towards a bottomless pit full of——OOF
Sorry, we got hit over the head with a gun. Seems like someone around here doesn’t want us getting any closer to you.We’re fine now though--little thing like a hematoma won’t stop us! That bottomless pit may be bottomless, but we're gonna get to the bottom of it!
Spontaneous Noir, first-ever workshop performance, Thursday April 4, doors open at 7, show time 7:30. Admission is just five clams. you know, bucks. simoleans. Half a sawbuck. Fine—you need us to spell it out” D-O-L-L-A-R-S. Five dollars. American. Be there.
Part civics lesson, part psychodrama, part clown show, and part rant. Mansplains ends with a fervent call to action.