After a boot-stomping and occasionally hip-thrusting group number to a song about all kinds of spicy chiles, Lopez himself emerges as the main character, a barrel-chested guy who secretly longs to toss on a flowered silk robe, as he does in a flitting little number to the West Side Story tune “I Feel Pretty.” He meets up for a date with his masked seducer, Josue Oregel, and a memorable duet over a restaurant table to an operatic rendition of “Besame Mucho” ensues.
The journey to a new and more complicated identity has begun, and folklorico crashes in, with Kevin Gaytan, Luis Isiordia, and Matthew Han on horses (well, folklorico style horse heads), galloping all over the intimacy and pushing Lopez back towards the closet. Spoiler alert, a reprise of “Besame Mucho” helps bring us to a triumphant queer ending.
Along the way, “Mucho Machismo” showed some room for growth: each duet could use more emotional arc and tighter partnering dynamics. But who cares when the next group number brings us two men in assless chaps pairing up with a duo in G-strings and platform stilettos? The group numbers are where Lopez’s craft really shines. Did this cheeky quartet need to be well-choreographed to get us to cheer? Of course not. But it was full of fabulously textured group phrases.
By dances’ end, the macho men and the “bitches” found a new harmony of identity, wearing masks and folklorico dresses, bedecking Lopez in a rainbow-ribboned folklorico skirt. The fabric twirled through the air in rippling excitement. The crowd stamped and clapped along. In the face of current horrors, there was great beauty.
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