When does a gimmick officially run out of steam? After the five millionth Intel commerical? Twentieth million? At some point Blue Man Group became as overexposed as Britney’s bare bush (with which they share a passing resemblance). Sure, they deliver a vigorous stage show with enough wit to elevate their colorless, sub-Philip Glass musical minimalism into something engaging, but we’re talking about a trio of blue mimes—the type of shit the French go wild for. The trio behave like the Three Stooges recast with the wide-eyed wonder of the tongue-clicking guy from The Gods Must Be Crazy. They’re Devo high on Sherwood Williams, minus the musical talent. It’s all very theatrical and self-conscious. Past tours have made fun of old rock tropes (like the fist pump), but aren’t these Chaplin-esque smurf-colored art-fags nearly as played out? If I wanted to watch live-action cartoons fuck with stuff, I’d be a Juggalo. Severely overrated.
Wed., Dec. 22, 7:30pm. Through Jan. 2. $45-$80. Merriam Theatre, 250 S. Broad St. 215.732.5446.
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