Daily TribuneWhat the show sells, more than skin, is proximity. Close enough to be noticed. Close enough to be picked. That for one night, the oppa chose you.
After successful runs in Seoul and Jeju, The Man Alive Choice debuted in the Philippines.
The Man Alive Choice in Manila is presented by Rabbithole Entertainment Production.
The shows was a commercial success, attracting both local fans and global tourists.
The steamy production heats up Manila with Korean charm and Las Vegas-style entertainment.
The best thing about The Man Alive Choice was not the abs. It was when the oppas stopped dancing for the crowd and start dancing with it.
Across its two shows on 27 and 28 December at City of Dreams, the loudest reactions came from those moments. At the final performance, one segment changed the temperature of the room. An oppa picked a woman who looked to be in her 60s. Hair in a bun. Glasses. A shawl wrapped around her shoulders.
Her friends screamed. She laughed, stood up, and went along as the Korean performers staged a mock wedding. A veil was placed on her head. A simple setup, a ring slipped into her hand.
Everyone knew where it was headed (honeymoon, ahem), and nobody wanted it to stop. By the time the segment ended, her bun was gone and her hair was fully down.
Produced by Rabbit Hole Entertainment, The Man Alive Choice runs just over an hour and sticks to a familiar male revue format. Group numbers, tight formations, and moves designed to land clearly even from the back of the room. The choreography does what it needs to do, then gets out of the way.
Seven Korean men rotate through K-drama stock characters. Gladiator. Soldier. SWAT officer. Towel-clad waiter. University crush. Shirts come off. Bodies shine under the lights. Movements are blunt and direct. Thrusts, rolls, pauses held long enough to register. In the Philippines, where K-drama is practically a second language, the look needs no translation.
Tickets range from ₱5,000 to ₱15,000. The higher tiers buy access. That’s when the oppas step offstage, pick audience members, and place hands, women’s and sometimes men’s, exactly where the crowd expects them to go. Pectorals. Abs. Leather-clad backsides. The screams are immediate.
Whenever someone is pulled onstage for a short burst of naughty dancing, the room explodes. Costume changes are quick. The stage stays simple and nothing competes for attention.
What the show sells, more than skin, is proximity. Close enough to be noticed. Close enough to be picked. That for one night, the oppa chose you.
