Yikes.
Saw this show tonight, and Julie Halston was sitting in front of me. Holland Taylor was sitting to my right.
NOBODY laughed. The room was deadlier than "To Be or Not to Be."
Here's the thing. If JULIE HALSTON, who is the quintessential Charles Busch interpreter, doesn't even chortle at her best friend's show, there's something terribly wrong going on here.
In the playbill, Charles said he has ideas, and the first idea is usually bad, the second is worse, but the "third story" ties it altogether.
I've seen EVERY Charles Busch play, from "Times Square Angel" (up to now, my least favorite) to "Psycho Beach Party" (a work that I think is genius).
But even a middling Busch piece like "Die, Mommy, Die," had hysterical laughs, and was an entertaining night in the theatre. Whether you think Charles Busch is a genius or not, he's never put together a piece of theatre as bad as this is.
NO ONE laughed at the Lortel tonight, including his best interpreter, Julie Halston.
Yikes.
However, the cast was terrific. Especially Jennifer Van Dyck and Scott Parkinson. This production was NOT THEIR FAULT. The entire cast did great work, despite the odds.
It's just, to paraphrase Gertrude Stein, there was simply no "There, There."
Actually there was not even a "The" there.
Updated On: 1/29/09 at 12:40 AM