Theatre Bizarre 2013 “The Procession”

Theatre Bizarre is a little hard to describe: a masquerade run amok, immersive environmental theatre, a derelict circus ressurected for just one more night of tattered debauchery… In a different world, I would studiously document John Dunivant‘s magnum opus for a multi-volume dissertation but, in this sad beautiful universe, allow me just a few words and a couple photos.
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Elsa and I arrived early this year, while Detroit Masonic Temple was still bathed in twilight and the occasional blast of fire.

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Many performers mulled about the foyer, beside the Fiji mermaid and the scale model of Theatres past. These boxed representations are the circus I would run away to join, or at least display in my bedroom — handcrafted stages peopled with paper maché characters engaged in all manner of bizarreness and lit by blasts of flame. My favorite detail was a sword swallower who was part anatomical model. An occupational hazard, I suppose.

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Being an early bird allowed my hungry eyes and itchy camera finger to record some of the classic set pieces before the real fun began.

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This photo depicts the one moment when the PeepShow was not stuffed to capacity with patrons eager for Good Ol’ Timey Burlesque.
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Odditorium
One of the rooms was filled with what a friend called “Satanic Kitsch” which is an apt description. These massive paintings of horned beings on scuffed plywood echo props from a tawdry sideshow while evoking the iconography of 70’s demonism, scandalous and nostalgic. When the festivities began, this room shook with heavy metal and poorly-clad performers suspended by hooks in their flesh.
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Other nooks of the massive structure were filled with sights that, let’s say, can’t be posted to Facebook. Thrilling, titillating amusements best left unmentioned.

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In the “Sinema” Elsa and I munched popcorn and caught bits of Caligari as well as a performance by the rollicking Detroit Marching Party Band. But there was music EVERYWHERE. Elsa and I shook our tail-feathers to rockabilly in a place we came to call “The Pumpkin Room,” bounced gleefully to techno in the central court, and even swayed and head-banged to the bands rocking out the Ballroom on the very bottom floor.

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Any night of magical indulgence should have at least one regret and this is a photo of mine: the prizes awarded for the carnival games. I must have spent $20 throwing darts and tossing beanbags but did not walk away with one of these odd mementoes. I would have treasured it, not just as a souvenir, but as tangible proof that the visions of Theatre Bizarre were more than just a Mid-Autumn’s Night Dream.

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