Blue Man Group

Blue Man Group rocks the Hippodrome 

From the opening electronic tickertape messages, relaying birthday greetings and instructions on audience behavior, to the deliriously multisensory finale, the Blue Man Group show at the Hippodrome Theatre packs a wallop. It's a big, loud, funny, silly, visually arresting production.
There's no point in trying to classify what these performers, with their trademark blue faces and bald, earless heads, do onstage for the better part of 90 minutes. It's much easier to go with the flow — and duck down in your seat when those guys start roaming the aisles.
In a way, you could say that Blue Man Group represents the ultimate deconstruction of the dreaded genre known as mime. In this case, the wordless, expressionless protagonists get to carry on with all manner of real, rather than imaginary, objects.
Looking awfully alien, yet ever so one-of-us at the same time, the blue men celebrate percussive effects and messy projectiles with the glee of defiant teenagers; splashing paint, vomited marshmallows and spewing Twinkies play notable roles here.Periodic bursts of satiric wit are supplied by video and voice-over. One memorably sharp sequence is an ad for a "GiPad" — three screens' worth of truncated literature that promise "to do for reading what texting has done for driving."

 

Blue Man Group rocks the Hippodrome 

From the opening electronic tickertape messages, relaying birthday greetings and instructions on audience behavior, to the deliriously multisensory finale, the Blue Man Group show at the Hippodrome Theatre packs a wallop. It's a big, loud, funny, silly, visually arresting production.
There's no point in trying to classify what these performers, with their trademark blue faces and bald, earless heads, do onstage for the better part of 90 minutes. It's much easier to go with the flow — and duck down in your seat when those guys start roaming the aisles.
In a way, you could say that Blue Man Group represents the ultimate deconstruction of the dreaded genre known as mime. In this case, the wordless, expressionless protagonists get to carry on with all manner of real, rather than imaginary, objects.
Looking awfully alien, yet ever so one-of-us at the same time, the blue men celebrate percussive effects and messy projectiles with the glee of defiant teenagers; splashing paint, vomited marshmallows and spewing Twinkies play notable roles here.Periodic bursts of satiric wit are supplied by video and voice-over. One memorably sharp sequence is an ad for a "GiPad" — three screens' worth of truncated literature that promise "to do for reading what texting has done for driving."

 

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