I took my daughter, niece and her husband to see this show at the Disney Concert Hall. I did so in a moment of post-modern irony since it is difficult to imagine anything more retrograde. The performance was miserable, only serving to reinforce the worst imaginable cultural and racial stereotypes of happy islanders busy serving drinks in coconuts and being sexually promiscuous. We had a blast, reveling in our status as more evolved, avant-garde know-it-alls. I told my niece’s husband, who is from Russia, that if knowledge of something like this had leaked out during the Cold War, we’d have been conquered in a flash. The real puzzle was that many people who were at the show actually seemed to be enjoying it, their sense of post-modern irony either having been tamped down to nothing by media onslaught or (God spare us all) they actually took it seriously as an aesthetic work. Good times all around.