Heaven Can Wait, No Homo Innuendo Proven
Despite a puzzling inquiring telephone call before Saturday night's excellent performance, the brave actors and intrepid behind-the-scenes participants in the second public showing of Kudzu Productions'
Heaven Can Wait soldiered on undeterred. This reviewer, long familiar with the mindset of folks who make such inquiries, aware of their "common" (in at least two senses. Agatha) lack of familiarity with the American canon and possibly closely related to one of their ilk, couldn't help chuckling inwardly when Murray Sarkin, as Max Levine the fight manager, actually touched--
quelle horror-- Joe, aka Farnsworth,(Greg Fitzgerald). Your dutifully vigilant reviewer listened intently for gasps or more vehement exhibitions of shock, but unable to detect any over the ribald roars of raucous laughter, assumes the homophobe caller either, 1. Stayed home reading Harlequins or 2. didn't find the male touching unacceptable and went home thinking maybe "that weird stuff" wasn't so bad after all.
Seriously,
Heaven Can Wait is a good show, a fine evening's entertainment, and well worth the fifty bucks--or whatever.
Especially notable was
Bob Smith as the smarmy, slightly slimey, albeit incredibly charming and handsome Tony Abbott. One was reminded of various Cary Grant/Tony Randall/David Niven performances.
Everybody else in the cast done good too.
Kudos to
Kristen Smith who served as Stage Manager/Production Assistant and coordinated lighting and sound with admirable aplomb. Without her expertise, the show would have lacked a certain amount of atmosphere and cohesion.
The show will run through August 20, every Friday & Saturday night. Some Thursdays and one Sunday matinee. Inquire at box office for times and prices.-30-