Thursday, October 13, 2005

400 Words (and only one of them can be "slight")

"Personal Assistant," a one-woman show in a bar: When I walked in, there were only three other people in the whole place, hopefully there for the show. Panic set in at once, so that when my date for the evening asked if I'd like a drink, I said "Oh god, yes." I normally don't drink at shows, but the prospect of comprising 1/5th of a comedy audience was too much to face sober.

After the scary start, "Personal Assistant" wasn't painful at all (Three more audience members waltzed in at the last second.) It was a series of low key impersonations of various Hollywood types, and the actress got a steady stream of chuckles out of us. But she spent almost no time on her central persona, making her intended story arc less of an arc then an ellipse. Short, but it should have been shorter. Then it could have gone into the middle of a nice one-person show showcase as a sorbet course.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Help me Dude, I'm lost.

I was searching for Elvis and somehow ended up in your blog, but you know I'm sure I saw Elvis in the supermarket yesterday.

No honest really, he was right there in front of me, next to the steaks singing "Love me Tender".

He said to me (his lip was only slightly curled) "Boy, you need to get yourself a shiny, new plasmatv to go with that blue suede sofa of yours.

But Elvis said I, In the Ghetto nobody has a plasma tv .

Dude I'm All Shook Up said Elvis. I think I'll have me another cheeseburger then I'm gonna go home and ask Michael Jackson to come round and watch that waaaay cool surfing scene in Apocalypse Now on my new plasma tv .

And then he just walked out of the supermarket singing. . .

"You give me love and consolation,
You give me strength to carry on "

Strange day or what? :-)

9:58 PM  

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