Without a torturous spy subplot, a drag show is nothing. With one, it could be a dragnet show. International espionage, despite its tendency to climax in showdowns on top of skyscrapers, is eerily seductive--think Tom Cruise flailing like an insect in Mission Impossible, Harrison Ford in Patriot Games, Elizabeth Berkeley in Showgirls. Kick from showcases its espionage plot as a xenophobic triangle, with private eyes Katya Redhanded (Young Lee '99) and Newt Erd on the tail of Eiffel Over (Christian Roulleau '01), a breadbasket wearing, scent-spilling, card-carrying member of the HPT (Hairy Patriarchal Thespians). For the resident woman in red (she's got the real ruby slippers.), Lee does not ooze the carnality of--say--Carmen Sandiego, on whom his character is obviously based.

Amidst all the hubbub and shaved body parts, Roulleau quietly steals the show as helpless romantic Eiffel. With his searching blue eyes and soft-on-the-ears pseudo-accent, Roulleau simmers and bubbles into, well, a frothy soufflé. To continue the gastronomic slant this paragraph has taken, the entree of the day is Freida O'Pressed (Krishnan Unnikrishnan '02), a yummy morsel of spicy, tart and savory sweetness.

De-lconization of Jesus Through Dance and Telecommunications

No subject is too sacred for the men of the HPT, who yearly tackle thorny issues of the day. Erik Amblad '99 assumes the controversial and theologically challenging role of the Reverend Hal Elujah, who must sell the word of God in disco-rhyme from a pulpit of rhinestones--undergoing a casually hidden, usually Russian and sexually appealin' internal drama in the process. If the body is a temple, there is a doctor in the room, and Elvis left the building, then Jesus brought the house down.

Power to the Pudding

Oh, what a thought-provoking ode to bubble-gum history! What arms, what legs! But one thing still bothers us...

It's not art.

But it's a scream, baby.