Sexy Bollywood Knows How to Shake It

At the risk of sounding uncultured, let me preface this by saying I rarely enjoy stage performances. The last one I went to, a modern dance filled with white leotards, prancing and strange noises, left me wondering if perhaps I just don’t understand performance dance.

Ha. No. My faith has been restored, by a troupe of bare chested men in black reebok high tops and buxom, twinkle toed ladies in rainbow sequins.

If you have an appreciation for dance that moves to a warm blooded beat and leaves very little to interpretation, go see The Merchants of Bollywood. Seriously. Go see it. Its beyond cheesy, the acting is terrible, the costumes look like they were designed by pre-teen girls. In short, it's awesome.

The show may be billed as a “musical”, but its not, really. It’s a dance production. The little talking bits in between the dances are just there so the dancers can catch their breath.

The plot is something about a real life father/granddaughter Bollywood choreographer pair who are “divided by style, united by rhythm and bonded by blood-" and the scenes seem to somehow detail their rocky relationship or something, but more, its like this:

A line of girls in industrial fishnet leggings and pink sequin skirts are dancing about rock and roll and showing off more curves than a mountain highway.

Pause. Some guy in sunglasses is talking.

Go. A group of semi-bare chested men are rocking out Michael Jackson style with enough energy to fuel a red bull factory.

But hey, don’t take my word for it. Check out more photos here, and if you can, try and catch tickets for the show, 7.30pm at Poly Theater - it closes tonight!