SHANNEN DOHERTY SHOOTS A PORNO: A SHOCKUMENTARY
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I thought I’d be left to privately and loftily dismiss Torso once again, but no. Did Torso think it could pick and choose its press? I was asked. Torso seems to delight in breaking rules onstage, and it was suggested to me that I should disregard their rules and go review them anyway. So I embarked on an undercover mission, paying for my ticket like a regular human being. That meant no press kit and no photos; the theater also refused to provide photos at a later date, which is why the space to the left is blank.
It’s a shame Torso didn’t want me to review Shannen Doherty Shoots a Porno: A Shockumentary. I would have raved about it. I might have said that underneath the obligatory piss, vomit, blood, and ejaculate this is a brilliant, hilarious examination of cult figures, fame, and overkill. I might’ve mentioned that writer-director Billy Bermingham delivers a masterful satire worthy of John Waters but more effective, in my book, because the performances are live. I would’ve been obliged to mention that the show could use a little cutting here and there (a pointless scene in which two secretaries discuss feminine hygiene products, for example, as well as a lot of bad behavior from Joe Feliciano as Axl Rose). But I would’ve concentrated on Shannen herself, the star of the show in every respect.
