We enter a building that’s just lit up with red squares. It
gives the Red Light District a whole new meaning. Inside is a standard theatre
with cinema seats. There’s gongs and electric lanterns and the curtain’s formed
of a banner with a picture of the cast. The stage has a stone mosaic impression
and there’s a teleprompter above it. It’s a traditional Kung Fu show for
tourists with actors dressed in warrior gear surrounded by emperors and senseis
in long moustaches. There’s even a red dragon. We’re told to keep a close eye
on the little boy but we can’t see why, even though he returns his throne
outside the theatre at the end of the show. It’s a great little demonstration
of Chinese acrobats, but we can’t make much head or tail of the story being
told. I’m sure there’s some sort of fable to be told but we can’t quite make it
out.
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