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Some Like it Hip Hop by ZooNation was an awesome midweek treat!  The innovative fusion of hip hop dance moves and soulfully sung song made for a thrilling foot tapping, and later hand clapping evening of entertainment.  Unexpectedly discovering our seats to be in the front row brought with it an additional dimension, as we were immersed in the storyline and into the powerful characterisation, and thus transported into the blindingly creative storyline and artistic genius of the relentlessly brilliant choreography.
 
 
Some Like It Hip Hop is a story of love, mistaken identity and revolution, in a city where books are banned, and where women are kept subservient to men.  The story revolves around two central female characters, Jo-Jo and Kerri.  When they are discovered breaking the rules of the city, they are thrown out.  They decide they have only one option – to return to the city dressed as men.  It doesn’t take long for the two women to prove their worth, and it also doesn’t take long for Jo-Jo to fall in love with adorably geeky Simeon, the only educated man in the city.
 
It takes all their efforts to maintain their disguise, find love, and change the world.  An amazing hybrid of influences have brought about this unforgettable show with ingredients derived from the classic movie Some Like It Hot, the hit US TV series Mad Men, and Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, Some Like it Hip Hop is a complicated comical tale of love, mistaken identity, cross-dressing, gender stereo-types and revolution are played out in ZooNation's trademark style of Hip Hop, comedy and physical theatre.
 
For me, it was an evening about real diversity and spoke to the persistence involved in pursuing and living one's dream, breaking down barriers and overcoming obstacles, to follow one's heart and achieve freedom from one's past through mourning the losses inevitably encountered.  Powerful yet indisputably fun stuff!
 
 

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