ABSTRACT
To the strains of Santana’s “Samba Pa Ti,” the show opens with two figures, one clad in kitschy urban renderings of the Brazilian Baiana, a “Latin Bombshell” with white tulle, fake pearls, and campy pink heels, and the other, a long-haired “naked savage,” wander through the audience towards the stage.1 The experience is at once hilarious, surreal, familiar, and surprising. With self-conscious giggles, the audience adjusts to the blurring in expectation and genre.
