Ruth Berenson goes to the Liquid Theater and Mary Lou’s Mass

Lovely ‘Liquid’; Masterful Mass The very phrase “nonverbal communication” somehow turns me off; I am equally allergic to being urged to “participate in a meaningful group experience” that will “heighten my awareness” and minimalize the guilt feelings which, it is assumed, have been plaguing me. I like my inhibitions! Thus I approached an evening at the Liquid Theater with some diffidence. Having heard it described as part Electric Circus, part dance and part encounter group (therefore very life-enhancing), the prospect seemed a bit grim; only a steely determination to keep up with the underthirties, whatever the cost to my dignity, got me past the entrance to the Guggenheim Museum in whose basement the group, an offshoot of the Company Theater of Los Angeles, has been holding forth nightly for the past few months. I had a fine, if unconventional, time. The title, however, is a misnomer: The

James Joyce Memorial Liquid Theater,

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Ruth Berenson

Lovely ‘Liquid’; Masterful Mass The very phrase “nonverbal communication” somehow turns me off; I am equally allergic to being urged to “participate in a meaningful group experience” that will “heighten my awareness” and minimalize the guilt feelings which, it is assumed, have been plaguing me. I like my inhibitions! Thus I approached an evening at the Liquid Theater with some diffidence. Having heard it described as part Electric Circus, part dance and part encounter group (therefore very life-enhancing), the prospect seemed a bit grim; only a steely determination to keep up with the underthirties, whatever the cost to my dignity, got me past the entrance to the Guggenheim Museum in whose basement the group, an offshoot of the Company Theater of Los Angeles, has been holding forth nightly for the past few months. I had a fine, if unconventional, time. The title, however, is a misnomer: The

James Joyce Memorial Liquid Theater,