WHITEWATER FOR CHOCOLATE
at the Body Politic Theatre
Best of Chicago voting is live now. Vote for your favorites »
(A shill’s review.) Brilliant! Bloody brilliant! That sketch about the lounge singer with a bad toupee trying to make up a song about AIDS represented the height of comedic invention!
(Enthusiastic #1.) The show’s at its best when it experiments with form and uses its cast’s energy to maximum effect. As in “Geography,” a madcap romp as a young man in a flying can travels the globe to bone up for a geography test.
(Newspaper scrap, circa 1965.) “. . . a two-act collection of 22 comedy sketches and musical numbers. A fresh-faced and enthusiastic ensemble delivers the goods with precise timing, youthful energy, and occasional ingenuity . . .”
(Question #2.) Is there anything clever or funny about mocking people with metal plates in their heads that set off metal detectors?
(Plagiarized.) “. . . an ethnically balanced cast . . .” Whoops, sorry. That was the Tribune review. Whatever the racial makeup–and the night I attended the cast consisted of five Caucasians and an African American–the sketches all seemed targeted at the same exclusively middle-of-the-road sensibilities.
