The Bubble God

So, last night I went to see The Gazillion Bubble Show at the New World Stages Theater, featuring Fan Yang-The Bubble King...apparently.

I'm a grown up, but I still love bubbles.
I was all ready for a bubble extravaganza!

How can I put this?

Now, I give Fan credit for his bubble blowing abilities. I'm not trying to diminish his elite bubble status.

But, that show was the most poorly produced mess I have seen...ever?
I haven't laughed that hard or that much in years. I came into my office and tried to share with my coworkers what I had witnessed, but I was laughing so hard I don't think they could understand me.

I had a BLAST!

So unbelievably cheezy and weird. So weird. Europeans. He's Vietnamese actually, but French Canadian...but sounds like Wolfgang Puck....or Yakov Smirnoff.
He spent some time in Germany, I think, and some other European countries where it's perfectly appropriate for men to wear glittery shirts with see-through sleeves.
He wore it in front if innocent children too. (shaking head)


The set was full of Christmas trees. It's May.
The music sounded like it was done on Fan's casio way back in 1984.

Then it turned all discotech on us. Ooooh!
The magic, the miracle that is the BUBBLE!
It's liquid-but it's a GAS!

There were video reenactments of his childhood as a budding bubblist;
His obsession with rainbows, the ridicule from his family who told him he couldn't make a living off of freakin' bubbles.

If you have little kids (2-5), take them.
You, have a drink, or maybe some acid and have a ball...bubble (I had to)