God, did I love the Joe Goode Performance Group’s show last week at the Joyce–and I sure didn’t expect to from the reviews.
So I was trying to figure out how to talk about him in a way that caught his balancing act, how he manages to vault over cornball sentiment while honoring it. A tricky accomplishment–and I don’t know whether I did it justice in this review for the Financial Times (I never know). In the process I ended up thinking about the essential camp impulse: a love of the sensible world. (The pile-on of ornament comes later.)