
I pray that no one else will ever have to say the words "Balls: The Musical" as often as I have in the weeks leading up to my attending BALLS: The Monster-Catchin' Musical Comédy, the unofficial Pokemon musical that played off-off-Broadway on April 19.
You know how, in some horror movies, the mousy girl protagonist will stab the villain in the chest, then collapse to the ground and sigh, as if the danger is gone? And you're like, "Hey, girl, he's not dead – he's about to get up and swing his machete at your pigtails"? In this scenario, I'm the girl, and the machete is BALLS.