Who is Afraid of Amato Saltone?

The Guardian's review of Amato Saltone (don't read it if you are definetly planning on going and don't want any surprises spoiled.)

As I've said before, this show is unmissable, specially if you love Hitchcock and David Lynch. Many of my friends went to the 9.30 show yesterday. I got text messages today saying: "MIND BLOWING. I WANT TO GO AGAIN. XOXO", etc.

Keys to a sex party. Crime. Serial Killers. Mystery. Orgasms.

What else do you want from theatre?

The Hideous Trait

Elizabeth Taylor was carried out of the airplane on her wheelchair. The front part of her skull was bald, and the remaining hair had been weaved into long braids. She looked pasty and old, too infirm to even acknowledge us.

Her acupuncturist was by her side, helping carry the wheelchair. Tiny blades covered Elizabeth's face. The scene reminded me of the 10 of Spades in the Tarot pack. Whenever the acupuncturist pushed one of the thin blades into Elizabeth's skin, I heard the sheathing of a sword.