Still reeling from the 60s retro contact high induced from the seeing a restoration of gay Polish playwright Witold Gombrowicz’s ‘Operetta‘ last night at the Wilma Theater, in its US premiere. Actually it was completed in the 60s but was banned in Poland and didn’t open until 1970 in Paris. The sheer balls of director Michat Zadara, (who looks about 28 and fab in tweedy 60s modwear) deserves kudos. His cast of 30 actors, singers and musicians seems like a theatrical movement by itself. A cauldron of theatrical subversions and stylization, the play is such a catastrophic happening that it really wouldn’t be complete with out people storming up the aisle. I wanted to join the cast and rip off my clothes after act one, so enthralled by the choreographed anarchy onstage and tight music (especially the Euro basso nova beats, woodwind jazz riffs); after act two I had to run around the block and bang my head against the wall to face going back in. Fortunately I met a like minded friend and our play talk had us floating back in for more ambivalence. The gloom of yesterdays rains only added to the atomospherics of a genuine experimental theater night. Love it or hate it (I was running between both polls) ‘Operetta’ demonstrates what Philly Live Arts Festival should be.