I so dislike one-person shows, and naturally there seems to be more and more of them. I can see why actors and producers love them. Why can't the aforementioned understand why audiences don't?
That said, I would say that this one provides enough laughs to be deemed acceptable. But it's like dragging a cart of rocks the length of a football field. Through grit, drive, muscle, and sweat one might make it to the goalpost, but one has to wonder if the game is ultimately worth the candle.
Bette Midler plays foul-mouthed agent to the stars, Sue Mengers. As the play begins, she is seated on her divan in her luxurious Beverly Hills mansion, 1981. She announces from the start that she will not be getting up, and she's true to her word. That poses yet another handicap to an already static genre.
From her seated position she recounts her life story and various anecdotes about the stars. The jokes come in a steady stream. Some land, others don't, but that's just about all there is to this 90 minute piece. The problem is that there is no comic momentum built; each joke starts from zero, scores whatever points it can, and then the next one starts once again at zero. The material itself just isn't strong enough to prevent one's interest from flagging. Only in the last fifteen minutes does it begin to connect on an emotional level.
Midler is adept, though she missed a few lines tonight. She's inherently funny, but she's more constricted in the part than one might have hoped. She also adopts an artificial speaking rhythm which wears out its welcome early.
To add a little life to the proceedings, she calls upon a member of the audience to come on stage to do her bidding. That helped add a few laughs and a bit of diversion to the evening.
Updated On: 4/5/13 at 11:20 PM