Apr 19, 2020
I have never eaten shrooms, tripped on acid, smoked PCP but I imagine the experience is similar to watching ‘Cockroach Calisthenics’.
As soon as you click play, dancing anthropomorphic female cockroaches assault your senses. Writhing and contorting against a bright pink backdrop, these three arthropods move their human limbs with gusto. Gone are their wings, ovipositors, ocelli, maxillary palps. Instead, their waxy head, thorax, abdomen consists of human eyes, mouths, legs, arms, buttocks, and – of course – breasts. Their eyes are closed, mouth slightly agape, antennae twitching to a sublime beat only felt by them.
More friends join this entomology rave, all taken in
by the flashing multi-color lights, the enthusiasm of their Blattodea cohort, and the joyous voice of an unseen man repeating the title of this short. But I am not criticizing their dance moves. Absolutely not. I have all the grace and style of a stampeding elephant. Whilst I watched their performance, I could only think of how they put Anna Pavlova to shame.
There is no sound unless you count a man singing, ‘Gokiburi, gokiburi, gokiburi taisooooouuuuuuu~’ repeatedly as music. His voice will echo endlessly in your head, long after you finish watching. Pavarotti would be proud.
Recommended to those whose perfect evening consists of putting on their best cashmere bathrobe, opening a bottle of D'Autrefois Pinot Noir, and relaxing to the hypnotic movement of cockroaches wiggling their hips.
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