fun house

It’s even harder to make one out of a dead body that went on exhibition at traveling carnivals and freak shows before ending up on display in a Long Beach fun house, where the mummified remains were accidentally discovered by a prop man while working on an episode of “The Six Million Dollar Man” in 1976.

Then there is Pham overcoming keratoconus, described to reporter Scott Miller by Dr. Brian Boxer Wachler this way: “Imagine your car windshield bulging out and getting all those distortions. Keratoconus can be like being in a fun house, but it’s not a lot of fun.”

These two giants of New York’s performance avant-garde have a good deal of history in common, but what distinguished Foreman’s work — and what I am so grateful to have experienced regularly in the 1990s and early 2000s — was the exploratory consciousness playfully probing the fun house of sentient existence.

Some of them are hard to relate to, except as spectacle, and feel like a cross between the Bauhaus and a fun house.

In the next scene, Howze is splayed out on a mattress beneath a suspended fun house mirror, skis dangling from the ceiling as he rehearses his final thoughts.