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They are each impossibly perfect. Blessed with the innocent arrogance of those in possession of achingly chiseled muscles, smoldering ambition and complete physical independence. They have been buffed, trained, worked on, worked out, choreographed, staged and presented for the sole purpose of entertaining people. They are a well oiled and sadistically drilled machine that is furiously determined to raise the bar on the current concept known as audience participation.
Some say their show is 80 minutes of sex thinly disguised as dancing. Others herald their ability to effortlessly physicalize the vertical representation of fantasized copulation. They are masters of a universe inhabited by an audience which knows what it means to be amused, aroused and brought to near orgasm within minutes of the curtain rising.
They are the men of Chippendales.
Their show, which plays worldwide, is almost impossible to describe. Picture a group of ripped hunks on stage willing to push themselves beyond human endurance to please the audience. Imagine a series of 11 numbers choreographed to music so hypnotic and bewitching that the score and fury of movement collide in an explosion of energy that spills into the audience and obliterates any lines of distinction between the performer and the patron.
For the lucky few who make the grade to become Chippendales stars, life is fun and rewarding. For more information check out the
Chippendales.com
website.
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