Leather jacket, denim, hats, studs, bushy moustaches and beards – the stage is invaded by four masculine characters. The fictional looking ‘’men’’ seem out of a biker movie, rolling and eating the space fervently, grotesquely fighting and cheering for each other inside a square arena drawn on the floor.
Soon enough the audience is immersed in doubt regarding the gender of the figures. We are taken on a scattered journey about gender, through an anthology of masculine features, a catalogue of the perfect Alpha male. The WOMANhouse calls us to literally look (and think) outside the box when gradually the nipples are freed and these dudes become dudettes. With a quite polite choreographic composition and the almost mandatory nudity for the grand finale, this piece flirts with sarcastic cuteness and political statements. Although full of content and narrative power, the controversy is perhaps not addressed fully enough.