Perhaps the highlight of my Korea trip (and I only say perhaps as I still have one day left) would be the NANTA production which I saw tonight. To be truthful, I entered the small theatre with little expectations, feet aching from a full day of walking, and just about ready to have a nap but boy, was I wrong. The show itself is a bit hard to describe or fit into a specific genre, cooking, action, musical,  martial arts, romance, drama, technically speaking all of these labels fit, even throwing in a handful of magic.

Loosely set in a kitchen where four chefs are thrown into turmoil when their ill natured manger orders them to prepare 10 wedding ceremony menus, along with his little nephew, in just an hour.* The performers bring the storyline to life through their hilarious actions and face expressions, as they flip, juggle and chop their way across the stage. Warning though, those in the front rows may get bits of chopped lettuce on them.

Also by no means is this a small Korean production, as it's been running for fifteen years and still counting with 6,150,000 spectators of 19,200 shows in 268 cities, 41 countries.* Don't be frightened too by the language barrier, as not much is spoken but rather portrayed through the body language cause after all a picture is worth a thousand words right?

Now I don't want to ruin the show any further as entering with a empty perspective like I did made it all the more worth it. But I would definitely recommend the show to anyone in the Seoul district to open up a night, spend a worthwhile 50 dollars and watch the 100min show.



*quoted from the NANTA pamphlet  


A lone eagle circling in the misty morning sky above the numerous skyscrapers. The streets quiet, the shops closed, even the blaring traffic fewer by the many. By all means, a curious contrast to the night.

As the sun fades into the distance and the artificial neon signs and lights begin to flash, the night comes alive. The darkness illuminated by the superficial hedonistic shine as barely a single tree is in sight in the barren landscape. Barren yet not devoid of life, as the streets and roads are pulsating with people and cars, the lifeblood of the city. Sound from every angle, the click of a heel, the stomp of a boot, the irritating buzzing beep of the flashing walk sign. Every second shop selling food on the go, equipped with a styrofoam cup and kebab stick. Takoyaki, onigiri, crackling pork, greasy sausages and skewers of fish tofu, fish balls, meat balls to name a few.

A night light show at 8.00pm sharp by Victoria Harbour lit up the various office buildings and sky scrapers. Green and white lasers shoot towards the cloudy sky, pointing towards the heavens, accompanied by corny upbeat Chinese music. The view spectacular from the Avenue of Stars, as the crowds flock to the railings, taking a moment to pause in their busy night to admire the flashing lights, reflecting upon the gentle waves of the water.

Then as the moon fades into the distance, and the sun slowly peeps out from the horizon, the night life again disappears and the quiet resumes once more.  




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