This show is a very expensive and drawn-out metaphor for sex. It's like adapting a really bad quasi-erotic romance novel and setting it in a public pool. All attempts at making it even a shade sophisticated is robbed by the gaudy costumes, the kitschy soundtrack, and the intermittent manual \"splashing\" done by the performers (sometimes with their hands. Am I supposed to be impressed by hand splashing?) \n\nFor those of you confused about the storyline, here it is: \nGirl doesn't know whether or not she loves a dude, then spends about an hour and a half swimming, changing the color of her dress, napping, and running around in her heels and being controlled by a tribal-looking shaman who apparently has magical powers to produce geysers of rainbow water and the girl's sexual libido. After watching her beloved dude dance around with other women, she then decides to sleep with the guy in the end in front of hundreds of people. \n\nAh, love.\n\nNow, all of this would be excusable, if Le R\u00eave didn't market itself to be so sophisticated. All nuanced elements of surreal imagery are cheaply portrayed like a Thomas Kinkade. \n\nBut if you're not looking for artistry, one line pretty much sums it up,\n\n\"It's raining men.\"\n\n\nGo see O.
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