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I saw a friend in a show this past weekend. She was one of the wives in the British farce "Run for your Wife."
On the whole, the show was good. The set rocked, the lighting, while limited because of the venue, was good, and the actors were very funny. The man playing John and the man playing Stanley held the show up fairly well. And my friend, R, and the other actress who played John's wives were quite good. The gentlemen who played the two police sergeants were very funny, and they did an amazing job not being cutouts of each other. The only problem I had was with the actor playing the flamingly gay upstairs neighbor. He was a little too awkward, a little too mincing, a little too flamingly, obviously, fluorescently gay. He would have been far more interesting as a character if he had toned it down and was a little less in the stratosphere with his shrieking.
On the whole, a fairly standard British farce. Premise: a man, who works as a taxi driver, got into an altercation and is injured during a mugging. He is taken home to his wife Mary by a police detective after a night in hospital, only to realize he is in the wrong home. He is *supposed* to be home with his wife Barbara. Into his trying to escape Mary to get to Barbara and get back on his very precise schedule, he confesses to his upstairs neighbor Stanley, who becomes his accomplice.
Lies, hilarity, and (flaming gay) Bobby ensue. Stir well. Repeat. Eventually John comes clean, but the whole thing is so far fetched the police detectives don't believe him.
I laughed like hell. B+
On the whole, the show was good. The set rocked, the lighting, while limited because of the venue, was good, and the actors were very funny. The man playing John and the man playing Stanley held the show up fairly well. And my friend, R, and the other actress who played John's wives were quite good. The gentlemen who played the two police sergeants were very funny, and they did an amazing job not being cutouts of each other. The only problem I had was with the actor playing the flamingly gay upstairs neighbor. He was a little too awkward, a little too mincing, a little too flamingly, obviously, fluorescently gay. He would have been far more interesting as a character if he had toned it down and was a little less in the stratosphere with his shrieking.
On the whole, a fairly standard British farce. Premise: a man, who works as a taxi driver, got into an altercation and is injured during a mugging. He is taken home to his wife Mary by a police detective after a night in hospital, only to realize he is in the wrong home. He is *supposed* to be home with his wife Barbara. Into his trying to escape Mary to get to Barbara and get back on his very precise schedule, he confesses to his upstairs neighbor Stanley, who becomes his accomplice.
Lies, hilarity, and (flaming gay) Bobby ensue. Stir well. Repeat. Eventually John comes clean, but the whole thing is so far fetched the police detectives don't believe him.
I laughed like hell. B+