The author reluctantly attended the Takarazuka musical "Passionate Barcelona" out of curiosity about the all-female revue theater known for elaborate productions. Though the story began as a cheesy romance set in Spain, it took a bizarre turn in the second half by abandoning the plot and exploding into a psychedelic montage of random scenes involving disco, Rio de Janeiro, and abstract dancing with soldiers and phantoms. By the end of the overstimulating 2.5 hour performance, the author was stunned and grabbed the pamphlet for the next musical out of a sense the theater could be ridiculously addictive despite its brazen tackiness.