Floopy McFlurp

A masterclass in pretentious absurdity. Traveled two hours specifically to see Mesmerica 360, only to be turned away for being ONE minute late. Not ten, not fifteen—sixty seconds. Because, apparently, entering a what is, let's face it, a hippy planetarium, a minute after the start time is a grave health and safety hazard. No exceptions, no common sense, just a strict adherence to the almighty artist’s ego-driven rules. The doorman was polite, and we got a refund, but that doesn’t erase the sheer ridiculousness of being shut out over a microscopic delay after investing an entire evening in this. A show that claims to transcend time and space yet refuses to accommodate a single minute of reality? The irony is painful.