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Forget the Festival Ballet. Don't bother with the Bolshoi. Say hello to Mastic's Plastics.
With the aid of a sound system powered by their transit van and 300 plastic bags, Geordie Mastic and his mate Wally bring you a an epic tale of conflict, rebellion, love and death told by two overweight, overaged men dressed in plastic tutus and charged with pure emotion.
Who says street theatre isn't art?
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