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6th October 2010

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The Bryan Cranston Aquarium

You have to wonder what sort of portent a dream is that consists of viewing a live performance of Bryan Cranston blithely swimming with dolphins while evading the malevolent, aquatic slugs creeping around in the fathoms of a deep and inky manmade pool. The play has no clear narrative: just Cranston wading around with these marine mammals that sometimes are made of their typical gray, slick surfaces and sometimes a racier, red latex. Sometimes Cranston is the dolphin, squirming his way into their slippery hides. Most frequently, he just floats about until the ominous bass thumps against the auditorium walls indicating that a slug, with what looks to be spikes or just a pronounced flagellum and cilia like those of the paramecium, slides across the murky bottom hoping to attack. Strangely, it never does. This is partly because the few young women in the audience dive into the waters and prevent it from happening. I even saved a girl with flaxen curls and chubby cheeks from an untimely death while all other patrons of the theater literally were frozen in their indifference.

On certain viewings, there is more than one Cranston. A Cranston with a strawberry blond beard and a mischievious twinkle in his eye, a Cranston in a Mounty uniform, a clean-shaven Cranston in a clerical collar. They circle the perimeter of the pool just watching “Dolphin Cranston” paddle about.

There is a woman in charge of the entire operation and she aggressively recruits the audience to not only be a part of the show, but earn wages by navigating their way through these treacherous waters brimming with Emmy-award winning talent. All you have to do is fill out a timesheet before you wake up.

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