Teatro Oficina

Teatro Oficina was born in 1958 first as an amateur company of students from the law school at Largo de São Francisco in São Paulo. They craved something different from elitist TBC and the nationalist Arena theatre companies. Not all of their various productions are performed in the nude, but the cast members and their audiences know how to appreciate the human body.

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Johnny Dee and the Rocket 88′s

This fabulous group never left the fifties. Take a walk down memory lane with Johnny Dee and the Rocket 88s.

I had the good fortune to see them perform in a club on Sixth Street in Austin. They’re loud, they’re raucous, they’re cool … they make you loose count of how many beers you’ve had. They help keep Austin weird.

Here’s their promo video …

Is Hollywood Coming to Terms With Male Parts?

This from Newsweek

Hollywood Confronts the Last Taboo

Why are so many actors dropping their pants?


A film’s success rises or falls on the smallest of details. And so it was that the director of this month’s medieval stoner comedy Your Highness found himself in a boardroom with the suits at Universal Studios, discussing every last facet of his minotaur’s manhood. How to light the half-man/half-bull’s prosthetic appendage? How large should the dimensions be? And what would the anatomy suggest about the beast’s religious leanings? “We took the leap, culturally, and we circumcised him,” the director, David Gordon Green, explains.

Yes, much has changed in Hollywood since Clark Gable pushed the boundaries of taste by appearing without an undershirt in 1934’s It Happened One Night. For decades the dividing line between an R and an X rating was decidedly phallic-shaped. Not anymore. Male genitalia are getting unprecedented screen time at the multiplex and all over premium cable. “Male nudity has a humorous value because it’s taboo,” says Green, whose film garnered an R. “There’s a gracefulness to the female form that’s subject to this Last Tango in Paris, Jayne Mansfield–type of adoration. Where guys just don’t get the same shot. So that, for me, is where it’s ripe to come in and pull the pants down.”

Full-frontal dude-ity isn’t limited to visual punchlines in comedies like Forgetting Sarah Marshall and this summer’s The Hangover Part II. Male genitals (or, to use the now popular Hollywood vernacular, “peens”) are cropping up across the cultural grid, on cable shows like Starz’s Spartacus: Blood and Sand and HBO’s Game of Thrones, and in blue-chip Broadway fare like Equus, where Daniel Radcliffe showed he’s more than just Harry Potter. Over the years, A-list actors like Richard Gere, Tom Cruise, and Ewan McGregor have also played the full-monty card to establish their dramatic bona fides, but the full-frontal shots were fleeting. Now nude guys get much more hang time.

Take the Showtime reality series Gigolos, which follows the sexploits of high-priced male escorts plying their trade in Las Vegas. Even when the men aren’t shown servicing their female clientele, the show features no shortage of man parts. “Depending on your perspective and upbringing, more male nudity can be viewed as less repressed and more balanced with what we see of women,” says Gigolos executive producer Jay Blumenfield. “Or it can be a sign of the coming apocalypse. Our feeling is that a naked body is nothing to be ashamed of.”

The trend has Hollywood directors facing the kinds of casting decisions that used to bedevil their porn-making brethren. For a sequence in March’s raunch comedy Hall Pass, Owen Wilson’s doofus character passes out in a gym hot tub and is revived by a naked man in the locker room. The nude guy was a small part, but the movie’s directors, Bobby and Peter Farrelly, had to vet reams of actors’ photos to find someone who, uh, fit the bill. Once they’d found their man and were shooting the sequence, Wilson began to fret about photos of the scene leaking from the set. “That was Owen’s biggest fear in doing that scene,” Bobby Farrelly says. “Someone’s going to snap a picture of that on their phone, and it was going to get out before the movie was released. At least now there’s context for him hanging out with this giant penis.”

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Nude Theater Going

Nudity on stage – but how about off?

From the Guardian.co.uk

A ‘clothing-optional’ performance in Toronto suggests theatres should reach out to non-traditional audiences – naturists included.

You’ve probably heard this piece of advice dished out to a nervous performer before: to relax, picture the audience naked. Last week, however, actors Maev Beaty and Erin Shields went one step further – and actually performed in front of a naked audience. In what may be a theatrical first, they held a special clothing-optional performance of their play Montparnasse at Toronto’s Theatre Passe Muraille.

 

“I would say the advice should probably be rewritten,” Beaty joked to me over the weekend, confessing that, rather than relaxing her, all the naked flesh reflecting the footlights briefly made her self-conscious. “It was like a whitey-pink wall facing us. It was incredible.” Since the end of the 1960s, nudity has been a fairly common sight on stage, from Hair to Ian McKellen’s King Lear. Nudity in the audience, however, has remained the kind of thing that gets you arrested – as Pee Wee Herman learned.

 

Thursday night’s groundbreaking performance of Beaty and Shields’s acclaimed two-woman show about nude life-models in 1920s Paris was the result of some creative thinking about how to get bums in seats – literally, as it turned out. Wanting to reach out beyond Toronto’s usual theatre-going crowd, Groundwater Productions and Theatre Passe Muraille targeted all sorts of niche audiences: models, art students and, by programming two performances with American Sign Language interpretation, the city’s deaf community.

 

But the most unconventional idea was the brainchild of producer Gideon Arthurs: since Montparnasse is such a flesh-friendly show – the two actors are frequently nude as their characters pose for the likes of Picasso, Chagall, Pascin and Soutine – why not invite naturists to a private performance? Bare Oaks Family Naturist Park helped the theatre company out by creating a Facebook group, and soon naturists were buying tickets from as far afield as Ottawa, Ontario, and across the border in Buffalo, New York.

 

Eventually news of the clothing-optional performance leaked out to the general public on Twitter, where many mistook it for an early April Fool’s joke. “Seriously? Who’s paying to steam-clean the chairs afterwards?” tweeted local dramaturge Toby Mallone aka @shksprn. (It turns out that naturists don’t want to sit their naked bottoms down on dirty, public theatre seats either. “It was a BYOT event – bring your own towel,” Beaty explained to me.) Judging by the comments made to the actors and online, Thursday’s naturist spectators – atypical not only because they were nude, but because they were 80% male and not regular theatregoers – really appreciated being made to feel at home.

 

And that’s ultimately the lesson others independent theatre companies may want to take from Montparnasse’s experiment. As the near-capacity crowd proved, reaching out to non-traditional theatregoers – nudists or not – is a smart move. What other untapped, if not necessarily undressed, groups are out there just waiting to be welcomed into the theatre?