Though it is riddled with potentially risque subject matter, Snowfuck is nonetheless a safe place to play. Early on, there are all kinds of antics with a big slab of ice held against any number of body parts by fellow cast members. But they always ask first.
“Haley, may I place this block of ice against your breasts?”
“Yes, you may.”
“Hey, can we watch?”
“Tom, would you hold this block of ice in your mouth and hold it against my butt?”
Everyone is smiling quite genuinely. Everyone is very friendly. And not in a creepy, fake Stepford Wife kind of way. They’re all just having fun playing together, refusing to sexualize something just because there’s more skin exposed than you could lawfully get away with outside a theater space. And it’s a clever strategy, because when they ask and get permission to watch each other, by extension, they’re giving that same permission to the audience. We all get to relax and just be there. They’re comfortable in their own skin, and even though we get to see quite literally all of it, often, the audience is comfortable with the actors’ skin, too.
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