Die, Mommy, Die!
By August Busch
Directed by Tim DeBaun
Theater Downtown, Orlando FL

Rage, jealousy, incent and murder - this is the fodder of Opera, Grand or Soap. What’s the difference? Soap Operas never have a soprano, but Grand Operas eventually end. Sol Sussman (Christian Kelty) hasn’t had a hit movie in a decade and the mob is on his case about $20 million in back vigorish and he’s been constipated since Madrid. He discovers his wife Angela’s (Kevin Bee) infidelity with greasy Tony Parker (Joe Saunders) and his son Lance’ (Scott Poole) addiction to drugs and boys. Good thing his daughter Edith (Jennifer Gannon) dresses in her micro miniskirt for him and faithful retainer Bootsie Carp (Peni Lotoza), well, retains faithfully. Things hit rock bottom when Angela slips him a deadly suppository and poisons Bootsie’s hip flask. This what Wagner would sound like with fart jokes.

This brilliantly campy comedy draws on every Made For TV movie of the past 30 years. Clever audio sample emphasize the pseudo dramatic moments, and the audience supplies the critical laugh tract. While Kelly’s hairpiece is bit goyish and Lotoza’s grasp of Yiddish intonation is funnier than the line she’s supposed to say, the laughs flow like cheap wine. Things peak with Kelty’s rising from the dead with his 5 foot suppository, theme music, and dramatic lighting. Kevin Bee is brilliantly campy, and while it’s not clear why Angela is played in drag, its one of those jokes that wouldn’t survive rationalization.

Like any good camp show or opera, the how and why of the story are unimportant, so long as the spectacle impresses. Paul Horan’s elegant set and Singeresque painting are a deceptively calm canvas for the duplicity and avarice of the Sussman clan. The motivations are vicious, the execution devilish, and the net results is a great Feel Bad comedy. Hope you family isn’t like them, because living in an opera is bad for your health.

For more information, please visit http://www.theatredowntown.net

My Illustrious Wasteland
Book, Music, and Lyrics by Tod Kimbro
Directed by John DiDonna
Staring Chris McIntyre, Brittany Berkowitz, Tod Kimbro
Beth Marshall and Tod Kimbro at the Orlando Shakespeare Festival

It’s big, it’s noisy, it’s ambitious, and while “My Illustrious Wasteland” doesn’t quite make it to the stars, it at least makes it to the upper ionosphere. In the not too distant future implanted chips allow instant internet access and handset free cell phone communication. While the minutes are unlimited, it comes with instant government control of the subject’s already short attention span. History is measured by People Magazine and pop stars obsess a nation incapable of hanging up the phone for 5 minutes and talking about something important, like the weather. Mogs McCallsiter-Itch (McIntyre) can’t seem to remember who won Best Soap Opera Star for 1991 until he falls in love with Sunny Day (Berkowitz), recently married to evil President Reverend, MD (Kimbro). Early on, PRMD announced his plans to remain faithful until a better looking babe showed, so he’s a little miffed when Sunny takes up with Mogs. The Realists abduct Mogs, remove his implant, and improve his relation with his pill popping mother (Beth Marshall). What’s the message? Hang up your cell phones and think for yourself. This IS a speculative fiction.

If the story sounds complicated, it is and it’s not until the second act that the show settles on a principle story line that you can identify with. Kimbro is an effective villain, and a much better singer than your average bad guy. Berkowitz nails the blond bimbo look, but adds a spectacular voice to go with it. She stuns when she sings “As Real as It Can Get” and “Wake Up / Suspicious Sunny Day”, even with the bottom heavy sound mix that made most of the lyrics indecipherable. Mogs fit well into the Lost Boy of the Future, but he wasn’t very likeable until he got that implant removed. Backing band Lucifer-Itch did well with Kimbro’s quirky brand of rock and roll, and there’s a nice touch of choreography courtesy of Blue. A huge video screen provided running ads and commentary that parodied the information overload that takes over our lives. Some of the ads were hysterical, and some just weird. Interestingly, I didn’t detect a single cell phone ring during the show.

The fundamental hurdle My Illustrious Wasteland faces it its attempt to cover politics; love, pop culture, government conspiracy and slacker apathy in one go. While the commentary is funny and to the point, it’s not until Wasteland settles into the traditional musical themes of mixed up love and powerful pop ballads that it really takes off.

For more information on My Illustrious Wasteland, please visit http://todkimbro.com/

Unloved
Coordinated by Mark Brotherton, Amanda Wansa, Mark Koenig
Musical Direction by Amanda Wansa
UCF Conservatory Theater, Orlando FL

In the dog days of summer, it’s a great idea to put on a show and let the whole department take a shot at doing something, anything, on stage. This Summer Showcase themes itself around the “Seven Stages of Love” with songs, scenes and dance numbers from the past 70 years. While you might remember the 7 Deadly Sins or Shakespeare’s 7 Stages of Life, the passage of Love is marked are Alone, Looking, Fulfilled, Complicated, Alternative, Family, and At Long Last Love. Of these Fulfilled (marriage) is the shortest and Alone is the longest. There must be some symbolism there.

With 50 plus short numbers, this is like a punk rock show - if you don’t like something, its over pretty fast. “Taylor, the Latte Boy” sung by Natalie Finkelstein and Brock Yurich sounds like it ought to be from a musical, but isn’t, tells the sweet love story of a stalker and her victim sung with a creepy tension. “Always the Bridesmaid” (Stephanie Lloyd, Ashley Fischer, and Amanda Wansa) hops with a country beat while it whines about a closet full of matching ugly shoes and unwearable dresses. Andrew Clateman does a wonderful spoken word piece “Cheesecake Truck” and James Rinaldi and Emily Bramblett dash off a great “Masochism Tango” from famed math professor and novelty song writer Tom Lehrer. The strongest number wrapped up the first act as Khristy Chamberlin and “Santi” Reyes launched into Queen’s “Somebody to Love” backed by the full cast. All that was missing was the monster hair and white jump suits.

While the spirit of the Summer Showcase is “Hey, lets put on a show”, the result is no “awe, aren’t they cute?” production. There’s really not a bad number anywhere, the music is well arranged and when actors aren’t performing, they sit perfectly still on those comfy rehearsal cubes all theater keep around for times when they need to look stagey.

For more information on UCF Conservatory Theatre, visit
http://www.theatre.ucf.edu

It’s A Guy Thing! - A Cabaret
Starring Patrick Brandt, Todd Allen Long, Mark Richard Taylor
Musical Direction by Chris Leavey
Winter Park Playhouse, Winter Park, FL

It’s a man’s world, at least tonight in the cozy confines of the Winter Park Playhouse. This loosely structured entertainment features three belting voices and a dozen or two songs that celebrate masculinity, but no so strongly that it offends your date. We’ve all heard that men are just for lifting heavy objects, squishing bugs, and have no idea what color Navy Blue looks like. Not much changes that viewpoint, but the opening medley of “Standing on the Corner” and “There Is Nothing Like a Dame” was loud enough to press your shirt. Guys can sing LOUD if they want. There’s more variety in this variety show than previous WPPH cabarets - some Country music lurks between the Sondheim and Mercer - “I’m Taking The Bar Exam” is a Honky Tonk classic, and there were a pair of Jimmy Buffet songs (”Margaritatville”, “A Pirate Looks at 40″) by Mr Taylor accompanied by guitarist Bill Schwartz.

Periodically the cast pulled slips of paper from a fried chicken bucket and read out Guy Rules. Conveniently, all guy rules are number one, so the girls can keep track of them. They’re basic stuff, like “Learn to work the toilet, we don’t complain when you leave the seat down” and “If you bring us a problem, we will give you a solution. If you want sympathy, call your girlfriend” and most important “Crying is Blackmail.”

There’s an open bar and you can hang out while they sing stuff from Monty Python and the Rat Pack, and there are just enough sports references to make you forget drama majors never get to play Varsity anything. Guy Thing is a date safe show with no malice or macho; its just superior singing by Long, Taylor, and Brandt supported by Musical Director Leavy’s vamping. Guys aren’t all bad, if you see this show one of the boys will call you Monday to see how you’re feeling.

For more information on Winter Park Playhouse, please visit http://www.winterparkplayhouse.org

Sonnets For An Old Century
By Jose Rivera
Directed by John DiDonna
Mad Cow Theatre, Orlando, FL

It’s not easy to find a thread through this disparate collection of monologs about urban life, but each of the individual stories are gems. The ensemble of tellers represents a slice of Los Angles inhabitants, some funny, some sad, and all talking about Life, however you define it. Michael Sapp performs two of the best - a dad and his son playing tourist and accidentally wearing some gang colors, and finding similarities been slaughtering live stock and a black man dealing with the LAPD. Jill Jones tells the story of choking on the brown air of LA until one night she saw the most fabulous sunset, and meets the love of her life who’s been living next door for the past 3 years. Ron McDuffie argues with God over his working class sins, and Trennel Mooring agonized over sending her child to a safe, caring mostly white private school or to exposing her to the full fury of the Angelino educational class struggle. Avis Marie Barnes played a Spanish woman who supported her loser husband while popping out 16 consecutive bambini, and Leander Suleiman tearfully described bullying and near rape in the school yard.

There’s little to tie these stories together other than location and a loose time frame. The dramaturgy notes explain author Rivera’s belief that writers ought to “Write outside their culture.” This worthy attitude clashes with the “It’s a Black Thing, you wouldn’t understand” view so often taken when whites write about minority cultures. If Mr. Rivera sets out to capture other’s worldviews, he’s done an admirable job, and if Mr. DiDonna strives to make us think outside of our condos, he also has excelled.

For more information on Mad Cow, please visithttp://www.madcowtheatre.com

Assassins
By Stephen Sondheim and John Weidman
Directed by Alan Bruun
Mad Cow Theatre, Orlando Fl

It’s hard to think of a less promising topic for a musical than interviews with people who not only didn’t like the president, but decided to take the law into their own hands. Even through the skilled writing of Stephen Sondheim and John Weidman, it’s a tough show to connect with despite the excellent direction and acting by the Mad Cow crew.

Kevin Kelly plays the pocked and convincing great granddaddy of American assassins, John Wilkes Booth. Of all the shooters, Booth presents at least a reasonable justification for his actions - vengeance for the humiliation the South had suffered at Lincoln’s hands. The Balladeer (Jacob Haines) proclaims Lincoln had some mixed reviews, but his untimely death vaulted him to the pantheon of the New World Gods overnight. Other early assassins such as Leon Czolgosz (Jay T. Becker) and Giuseppe Zangara (Eddy Coppens) leaned more toward the Anarchist Labor complaint of “Why haven’ I made it in America yet?” The modern post Kennedy killers seemed more wacked out with rationalizations ranging from a creepy John Hinckley’s hormone induced “This will impress Jody Foster” to Squeaky Fromm’s (Meggin Weaver) love for Charles Manson.

With difficult material, “Assasins”  gives the actors some challenges. Still, batty Sara Jane Moore (Kate O’Neil) stole the show with her “Go to the store, drop off the dry cleaning, shoot the president” planning. The flaming Charles Guituea (Jonathan Lange) and Sam Byck’s (Kurt von Schmittou) evil looking Santa added a necessary comic element to the proceedings. Kelly’s Booth and the Balladeer both get top marks for singing - their “Ballad of Booth” propelled the show into action and it never slowed until the moving “Another National Anthem” which reaches some ambiguous conclusions. The weirdest moment comes at the end, when the cast convinces Lee Harvey Oswald (Jesse LeNoir) to forgo suicide for a pop at a Kennedy. I’ve heard my share of conspiracy theories, but this was a new one.

For a musical, there’s minimal romance, a cast of barely likeable scoundrels, and more actual history than you might expect in an evening of theater, but it’s a show worth seeing. There’s more action than Godot, and you can almost hum “Everybody’s Got the Right” out into the lobby. I don’t recommend using a gun on an elected official, but November is coming up fast and I’m sure you can find SOMEone to vote against.

For more information on Mad Cow, please visit http://www.madcowtheatre.com

The Greg Barris Heart of Darkness Rock and Roll Circus
By Greg Barris and Rickshaw Boy International
Green Venue, Orlando International Fringe Theater Festival

I was dazed and confused when I got around to this one man monologue backed by a totemistic sound man waving reeds. Greg Barris details his experience in Finding Himself in a sensory deprivation tank, and then by taking the hallucinogenic Dimethyltryptamine. He ruminates on his relations with women, why child molesters get caught, and how creating a universal hate of Greg Barris might bring the world together in a way that love never could. It’s late. Very late. But very interesting.

More information on Greg Barris and Rickshaw boy may be found at http://rickshawboy.com/This show is presented as part of the 17th Orlando International Fringe Theater Festival. Information on times, tickets, and venue location my be found at http://OrlandoFringe.org/ <p

Galapagos: The Directors Cut
2 Candy Bars and a $5 Dollar Bill
Green Venue, Orlando International Fringe Theater Festival

I liked this tour so much last year I decided to take it again. Signore Basso Voche (Michael Marzella), operator of this no frill, no floatation device tour of the Galapagos Islands, stands off stage narrating in a deep, resonant voice that sets off seismometers around the area. As he details the life and mating habits of Frigate Birds, Blue Footed Boobies and Sea Lion Pups, his crew of Cephus (Joe Wesson), Corto (Tony Lopez) and Alto (Eddie Wilder) mime the animal’s mating, eating and reproduction habits. It’s not as explicit as the Discovery Channel, but each segment is a physical comedy gem. This year’s Director’s Cut adds a look at the Undersea Kingdom, a completely worthwhile extension to the tour and worth the extra fee. The costumes are violently clever and made from common, recyclable materials. It’s an earth friendly show, and no actors are injured in its production.

This show is presented as part of the 17th Orlando International Fringe Theater Festival. Information on times, tickets, and venue location my be found at http://OrlandoFringe.org/

Don Juan In Despair
Flying Phoenix
Green Venue, Orlando International Fringe Theater Festival

Don Juan Tenorio sits on a nearly bare stage, musing about how his legendary seductions are made irrelevant by today’s loose moral standards. A young, more modern Don Carlos walks on stage with brief case and cell phone. They debate the relative merits of a quick, easy seduction with no remorse vs. the dangers of seducing women surrounded by fathers and brothers and mothers all armed with good Toledo steel. Two female tourists wander on stage, the men shrug, and offer to escort them around town.

While the story is short and feels more like a writing exercise than a full play, it’s not quite as bad as I had been lead to believe by beer tent scuttlebutt. The idea is interesting but lacks development, although the actors were up to snuff and Don Juan’s Sword was very impressive.

This show is presented as part of the 17th Orlando International Fringe Theater Festival. Information on times, tickets, and venue location my be found at http://OrlandoFringe.org/

Mark Baratelli
Pink Venue, Orlando International Fringe Theater Festival

A few years ago, someone did a little show that was basically a Tony Robbins motivational rah rah, and I felt a bit disappointed. This year, the inventive Mr Baratelli repairs that offence with his much more entertaining “How Do You Feel? Life Coaching Seminar.” Normally I hate motivational speakers, but I’ll make an exception here - Mr. Baratelli slices and dices the genera, ridiculing everything but stopping short of actually cleaning out or wallets. We learn that suicide IS an option, laugh hysterically at an 80 year old woman’s pratfall, and then sit awkwardly when Lady Raptastic arrives and lets the air out of the room. Alternately hysterical and uncomfortable, Mark Baratelli’s show is at least as entertaining as the art form he ridicules.

More information on Mr. Bartelli’s shows may be found at http://MarkBaratelli.comThis show is presented as part of the 17th Orlando International Fringe Theater Festival. Information on times, tickets, and venue location my be found at http://OrlandoFringe.org/ <p