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Raucous "Girls Night" fun for all
Friday, August 08, 2008
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The estrogen level of Girls Night did everything it could to blow the roof off of the palatial Hanover Theatre Wednesday night.
Louise Roche's funny, raunchy and touching celebration of indomitable female friendship is part anthem, part confessional and all party. It's a blissful blitzkreig of song, dance and memory for every woman in the audience - just about everybody - and a primer for the few brave attending men curious enough to know what women really talk about when we're not around. Or more to the point, how they talk about it.
Sex, men, marriage, children and tampons are just a few of the topics discussed in graphic, often hilarious detail. Roche has an uncanny ability to weave these subjects together with a seemingly improvisational verve that, for the most part, nimbly sidesteps weary cliche, punctuating her female esprit de corps with shrewdly chosen songs that range from plaintive ("At Seventeen") to marital ("I Will Survive").
It's about four fortyish 40-ish friends who meet at a karaoke bar, reminisce about a fifth friend who died falling off the back of a moped 22 years ago, and wait for her daughter to show up. Liza (Sonya Carter) is rife with doubt about her marriage to wealthy Richard. Her father left her mother and, bottling up her feelings, she feels Richard will do the same. Carol (Renee Colvert) is the complicated one, twice married and divorced and looking for the ultimate Mr. Right. Anita (Justine Hall) is a dynamo on the verge of some sort of nervous breakdown, hooked on pills and hopelessly devoted to her husband, Jeff. Kate (Whitney Kathleen Vigil) is the geeky designated driver of the bunch just itching to cut loose, get drunk and see what - or who - the night brings without hubby Steve finding out.
Hovering and gliding around them with an angel's wings and a white jumpsuit is sassy and vivacious Sharon (Crystal Kellogg). It's her job to give us the biographical lowdown on her still living gal pals and listen in on what they're saying about her.
Yes, yes, this is musical theater's supreme equivalent of what the male species refers to disdainfully in the movie world as the dreaded chick flick. But wait, guys. What keeps Girls Night: The Musical from being a pallid pajama party yuckfest is the sheer exuberance of this remarkable cast under Jack Randle's bracing direction. Everyone performs with raucous physical suggestiveness, disarmingly opulent verbal candor and raw, earthy charm.
It's highly unlikely you've seen "Lady Marmalade" sung with a male blow up doll for a prop - until now. Since this is a show about women singing at a karaoke bar, it isn't clear at times if the singing is deliberately off-key or not, but Vigil does it with great comedic instincts on "Holding Out For a Hero" and "Cry Me a River." For pure vocal dazzle, Hall takes honors for her growling, purring, sinewy mastery of "The Love of My Man." Carter reflects Liza's withholding nature beautifully on "Don't Cry Out Loud." "We Are Family" may be the ideal song to depict the solidarity of these tested friendships, but it's Carter's stirring lead on the clarion majesty of "I Will Survive" that brought the audience to its feet, clapping and whooping with delight and resolve. Men beware - even you may join the crowd.
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