Well, I'm tipsy after two margaritas and Mexican food with our DR Jose. It was a nice surprise to encounter DR singdaw at the one-acts today. I liked three of them very much. The musical one-act was surprisingly short for a piece with a book by Terrence McNally but the music by Mr Skip Kennon, which to me possessed an underscore of elegiac sadness for the passage of time, was a model of melody, charming accompaniments, smart wit, and chic. The four performers in it were wonderful and just right. I would have liked a little more book, though.
I also liked two very funny one-acts, one of which about a psychiatrist and her client would have been a lovely revue sketch, and the other about people, cell phones and a suicide attempt that may have been too long but never stopped being surprising and outrageously funny. Both had wonderful casts.
I had major problems with the fourth, which I found mediocre with no surprises. I'd put it in that category of masturbatory actor pieces that have less to do with writing and more to do with attempts to give actors a broad range of emotions. I was bored and then surprised after all the talk of the bride's wealthy family to find her in a wedding dress so pitiful that it looked as though the bride had been mugged before arriving to the ceremony. After all the needless bits of nothing, she should have appeared so gorgeous that the idea of calling off a wedding was completely forgotten.
