Help Me Help Myself
Posted by Fetch Thu, 17 Nov 2005 19:30:00 GMT
Looking around the packed Saturday night house for Help Me, Help Myself, I felt nervous, even though I wasn’t on stage myself I could feel the queasy excitement as the lights went down. How would New Yorkers react to seeing themselves parodied on stage? Would they sympathize with Becky, struggling to make it as a waitress cum actress cum guru? Would they laugh? Would they get it?
They did.
The audience cracked up. They especially responded to the rose-drenched, Sting-backed yoga, Sarah and Ben’s Buffy/Spike banter, Claire confronting Nevin and he telling her to just shut up. The woman sitting in front of me had a particularly crackling laugh and I heard her gasp distinctly when Julie, as Beckie, broke into tears crying “she sucks, she sucks, Beckie sucks…”
Ah theatre.
In brand-spanking new news (is old news still news?), On the Leesh is beginning to workshop playwright Daria Polatin’s new full-length screenplay entitled Happen to Know. Stay tuned!
