I saw a Ionesco play on Thursday. I'm not really clear on who picked it because we went in a large group, but if I ever find out who it was then that person will not be allowed to plan future events. Plot synopsis: a boy's family is mad at him. Then he says he likes potatoes, and they are all very proud of him. They set him up with a girl, but he doesn't like her because she only has one nose. So they put some more noses on the same girl, and they fall in love. This half lasted two hours. Everyone thought the next act was going to be an entirely different play since it had a different name, but it was actually part two. The grandpa of the boy dies, and then the girl and the boy give birth to chicken eggs. Then they make an omelette out of the eggs. The end.
The weird thing is that there were parts where I kind of enjoyed it in a creepy kind of Lynchian (real word?) way. But I ended up just feeling really irritated about it when it was finally over.
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