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An Evening Without Alan Tudyk's Pants
The other day, I got an e-mail from my friend at Wolfram & Hart that read
Ojou was lukewarm about the event, "It's not actually Monty Python. It's just some nobodies doing Monty Python skits." My ardor was dampened as well, until I checked the website and asked her, "Hey, did you know that Wash is in it?" To which she replied, "Wwwwhaaaaaaaat?"
So yes, the show is Monty Python sketches performed by people who aren't Monty Python, but it is direct by Eric Idle and performed by some people you may know, like Alan Tudyk, Jane Leeves (Daphne from Frasier), and other people who don't have name recognition, but do have a HITG! factor. And we headed down the block to the Montalbán to see it.
Overall, I wasn't as impressed with the show as my companions. It often felt rushed to me. It was also very often overly faithful, so that the show felt less like a reimagining (or even an homage) and more like a shallow imitation. It was a bit on and off. Some sketches, like "Argument" or "Albatross" seem to having the comedic timing written into the script, so there wasn't much room (or need) to do anything different. But then came a bit like "Nudge Nudge" where it seemed like it was just an impression of Idle's original performance. That kind of thing can fly in a dorm common room, but not on the stage.
Tudyk had some of the best moments. He took the confectioner's role in "Crunchy Frog" to hilarious, disturbing places, and was hilarious in Jones's role in "History of the Joke," which closed out the show. But probably the most memorable appearance was right at the beginning, when he was one of the Poofy Judges, in a PVC corset, purple plaid miniskirt, and fishnets.
Seriously, the man has legs.
Afterward, we tried to scramble for a restaurant. The Velvet Margarita was full up on a Friday, but when we looked across the street, we saw a place that none of us had ever noticed before. Was it Brigadoon? Diagon Alley? Diagadoon Brill? No, it was just a brand-new fancy-pants sports bar called Capitol City. It was pretty nice; the food was much better than we'd expected (my grilled cheese was pretty bland, but the soup it was served with was nice, and everybody else had some really nice stuff), and there was less douchebaggery than we'd predicted on our walk across the street. (No guarantees about the douchebag levels remaining low as the place becomes known.)
I went home with enough booze in me to make me happy, but also to keep me tossing and turning late into the night. Thankfully, I haven't felt any ill effects (hangover or plain drowsiness) for the rest of the day.
And also, I bought a picture of Khan Noonien Singh signed by Ricardo Montalbán from Montalbán's son in law, who apparently runs the merch table. Got to find a frame for that one.
It's Not Monty Python.It took a little while to figure out what she was talking about, but eventually I learned that she was talking about "An Evening Without Monty Python," which is playing at the Ricardo Montalbán Theatre around the corner from us.
I have two extra tickets for tomorrow. You andojouchan are going. End of discussion.
Ojou was lukewarm about the event, "It's not actually Monty Python. It's just some nobodies doing Monty Python skits." My ardor was dampened as well, until I checked the website and asked her, "Hey, did you know that Wash is in it?" To which she replied, "Wwwwhaaaaaaaat?"
So yes, the show is Monty Python sketches performed by people who aren't Monty Python, but it is direct by Eric Idle and performed by some people you may know, like Alan Tudyk, Jane Leeves (Daphne from Frasier), and other people who don't have name recognition, but do have a HITG! factor. And we headed down the block to the Montalbán to see it.
Overall, I wasn't as impressed with the show as my companions. It often felt rushed to me. It was also very often overly faithful, so that the show felt less like a reimagining (or even an homage) and more like a shallow imitation. It was a bit on and off. Some sketches, like "Argument" or "Albatross" seem to having the comedic timing written into the script, so there wasn't much room (or need) to do anything different. But then came a bit like "Nudge Nudge" where it seemed like it was just an impression of Idle's original performance. That kind of thing can fly in a dorm common room, but not on the stage.
Tudyk had some of the best moments. He took the confectioner's role in "Crunchy Frog" to hilarious, disturbing places, and was hilarious in Jones's role in "History of the Joke," which closed out the show. But probably the most memorable appearance was right at the beginning, when he was one of the Poofy Judges, in a PVC corset, purple plaid miniskirt, and fishnets.
Seriously, the man has legs.
Afterward, we tried to scramble for a restaurant. The Velvet Margarita was full up on a Friday, but when we looked across the street, we saw a place that none of us had ever noticed before. Was it Brigadoon? Diagon Alley? Diagadoon Brill? No, it was just a brand-new fancy-pants sports bar called Capitol City. It was pretty nice; the food was much better than we'd expected (my grilled cheese was pretty bland, but the soup it was served with was nice, and everybody else had some really nice stuff), and there was less douchebaggery than we'd predicted on our walk across the street. (No guarantees about the douchebag levels remaining low as the place becomes known.)
I went home with enough booze in me to make me happy, but also to keep me tossing and turning late into the night. Thankfully, I haven't felt any ill effects (hangover or plain drowsiness) for the rest of the day.
And also, I bought a picture of Khan Noonien Singh signed by Ricardo Montalbán from Montalbán's son in law, who apparently runs the merch table. Got to find a frame for that one.
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(Anonymous) 2009-09-27 02:19 am (UTC)(link)~Hooligan