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February 19, 2015

Go ahead. Take a picture. Make a memory. Then send it out into the universe, and maybe it will turn into somebody else’s memory, too. You’ll be a star. You’ll be an interchangeable nobody. These destinies are not mutually exclusive. The use of cameras is encouraged during the performance of Western Society, the Gob Squad’s deliriously sane portrait of the age of the selfie, which opened on Wednesday night at the Skirball Center at New York University, where it runs through Saturday. Indeed, picture-taking smartphones are considered an essential accessory for its audience members. That’s especially true for those theatergoers who are selected — via a lottery system involving stuffed animals, which are randomly tossed into our midst — to participate in the show’s climactic tableau vivant. This scene, which I promise you is unlike any other you’ll encounter this year, is a movement-by-movement re-creation of what is described as one of the least-watched videos ever to be posted on the Internet.

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