I must admit that the most interesting thing about Buried City was watching the behaviour of the crowd. During the show, a mercifully short 1 hour and 20 minutes, many were looking for the exits. Of those who waited for the end, many engaged in exaggerated overhead hand clapping, showing the crowd their superior appreciation of what they considered to be complex, intellectual, theatre.
Unfortunately, despite the exaggerated applause of the faux-boho set, the show actually wasn't very good. It did have a lot of swearing to provide the 'ooh I'm so shocked' thrill for the audience. It did have people parroting nonsensical phoney philosophy. It did not have a identifiable plot nor, as far as I could discern, anything to do with 'a showdown over who builds the future and who gets to own it' (as the promotional material billed it).
A fine nominee for a Golden Turkey later in 2012.
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