I'm sure there a couple Jim Brochu fart jokes in there, but honestly a guy came on stage 10 minutes into Act 2, informed us that gas had filled the basement and we all had to leave the theater immediately.
It made me think of that scene from "Murder By Death" where Elsa Lanchester and Estelle Winwood are trapped in their room and Lanchester says, "I think I smell gas," and Winwood responds, "I can't help it, I'm old!" Lanchester then answers, "Not that kind of gas. The kind that kills," and she replies, "Well sometimes my gas does kill!" Ha!
Back to the show, I guess it's hard to judge a production of Man Who Came to Dinner on the first act alone, but judging from what I did see I probably won't be trying to find time to go back and see the last two acts. I think the play still holds up, but this felt like any old community theater production you might see. Too bad we didn't even get to Cady Huffman's entrance!
Marie: Don't be in such a hurry about that pretty little chippy in Frisco.
Tony: Eh, she's a no chip!