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June 17, 2005

Madness reigns at Arts Club

Longest-running non-musical gets audience participating in whodunit.

BAILA LAZARUS

Warning: If you don't like silly puns and slapstick à la Naked Gun or (gasp!) Royal Canadian Air Farce, then stay away from this performance. But if you want to laugh, despite your best efforts, for almost two hours straight, then get online or on the phone and order your tickets to Shear Madness.

Written by Marilyn Abrams and Bruce Jordan, Shear Madness is the longest-running non-musical play in American theatre. Its recipe for success? It provides every type of humor, so that all audience members are guaranteed to get a laugh out of the performance; it employs intrigue by using a murder-mystery for the plot; it offers one-liners bad enough to induce a smile on anyone's lips; and it gets the audience involved to such an extent that performers take questions, tips and advice during the intermission.

Taking place completely in one room of the Shear Madness hair styling salon, the play introduces stylists Tony (Marco Soriano), flamingly and unabashedly gay, with a propensity to talk and talk and talk; and Barbara (Dawn Petten), a squeaky-voiced, big-bosomed, blue-haired, tight-clothed ... well, you get the picture.

The two are already on stage, silently acting, while audience members take their seats at the beginning of the show, with Diana Ross and the Supremes playing in the background, heralding a great 1960s-'80s soundtrack that includes "Tell Him" by the Exciters and "You Sexy Thing" by Hot Chocolate. Clients come in and out for a haircut or a shave - I think it's the first time I've ever seen someone's hair actually washed on stage - and for the first half-hour, it's all bad jokes and flamboyant, gay-hairdresser antics. Then the woman upstairs is murdered (possibly for her piano-playing, which drove everyone downstairs nuts), two of the clients reveal that they are police officers and the fun begins.

After questioning the witnesses on stage, the police turn to the witnesses off-stage, and the audience takes part for the rest of the show. Not only do they get to play detective, by questioning the performers, but they even have a hand in the outcome of the play. (Enough said! I don't want to ruin everything.)

I have to say that when I read "audience participation" in the playbill, my stomach turned at the thought of mixing scripted theatre with theatre improvisation and tempting those uncomfortable moments of embar- rassment when performers can't think of anything to do. But that's not the case here. In fact, half the joy is watching audience members argue with each other out loud about the facts of the case, while the play is still going on in front of them. And some of the funnier parts of the play are actually when the actors can't help but laugh at each other and try hard to keep their faces from giving them away.

OK, so there's lots that's funny, but what is wrong with the play? Well, how about lines like, "My moon is in Uranus," or "I know my constipational rights." Or how about: "Barbara, how do you take him?" "With Prozac."

"What is she playing?" "Rachmaninoff." "Gesundheit."

Groooaaannnnn.....

But that's just my reaction. These punnies seemed to reach dozens in the audience who laughed themselves silly at lines like, "That's the famous Shubert Diamond. It comes with the famous Shubert curse ... Mr. Shubert." Yuk! Yuk! And then there's the bad slapstick, people running on and off set just so they can slam doors and groaner jokes with local references, including the Vancouver Sun, Crofton House, Gordon Campbell's drinking, Burnaby ("You live out in the country?" "Yah. Burnaby"), Tamara Taggart, Canadian Tire, New Westminster and, of course, Surrey. Although I have to say even I couldn't stifle my laugh at the seriously delivered line, "There's nothing funny about Surrey."

Directed by Bob Lohrmann, Shear Madness plays until July 16 at the Arts Club Granville Island Stage, 1585 Johnston St. Call 604-280-3311 or visit www.artsclub.com.


Baila Lazarus is a freelance writer, photographer and illustrator living in Vancouver. Her work can be viewed at www.orchiddesigns.net

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