Tonight we choreographed a light-hearted little number about a rich woman who connives her way into a position of power; then immediately unlocks the wine cellar, plunders the pantry, and indulges in a greed-fueled bacchanal.
The result is a dizzying visual melange of scrambling, circling, reversing direction, reversing direction again, wobbling, and staggering — along with the requisite pouring, toasting, and drinking.
Towards the end of the number, The Baroness sings “…. But there’s a distinction decided– a difference truly immense — when the wine that you drink is provided, provided, at somebody else’s expense.” Which we’ve punctuated with an irreverent salute and an appropriately uncouth sound effect.
And then they all fall down.