In response to this piece of ridiculousness (highlights *spoiler alert*: when she busts a move with the street dancers on the bridge, the creeper staring at her performance, turning into an animation in a twist ending), I was graced with an introduction to Klaus Nomi.
He's brilliantly odd both alone and in collaborative performance pieces with David Bowie.
Humble East Village beginnings..
I always appreciate a challenge, so if you got sumthin wickedly creative in your back pocket, email it to firstname.lastname@example.org. I'm throwing down the gauntlet.