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Nevertheless, I quite liked the play, as I said, because there was also an inspired Nazi dance in it. That always tickles one's fancy. Less amusing was the absolutely shameless propaganda that the Church in Need organisation put in front of it. We were time after time entreated to donate money to them, and got an unwanted viewing of a ten minute film about the necessity of the programme. I cannot stress how utterly disturbing and despicable this movie was. The first few minutes hit the nail right on the head; as they spoke of a world torn apart by religious zealotry and the inability of people to set aside their differences and beliefs. Then, however, came the proposed solution: help us spread the word of Jesus Christ! Because our faith is the one true faith, we own the truth and it must be spread to all! I believe even the makers of the film realised they shouldn't at that point connect the two dots too rigidly, or it might be too easy for even the most uncritical of viewers to see the huge contradiction between them. So they didn't pursue the topic too much and instead indulged in glorious music and imagery of crosses and chanting African children. The amazing thing was that the 900 strong crowd ate it up. I don't think a percentage of them understood how hugely contradictory this message was. This confirmed my suspicion that this whole event was a home tournament. These people were already part of the faithful flock and the movie was a monumental display of self-indulgence unto the masturbatory. No one else would be able endure without resisting such an over-the-top torrential onslaught of propaganda, and not flinch and feel the desperate need to point out that the hand of the victim is in this case also the hand of the assailant.

And that, I think, is what all good theatre should be like. Massively disturbing and generating within the viewer the need to vent it all in one's webcomic rant. Let 'em come!

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