In FST's
third edition of matters to laugh at, humor is
less sharply satirical than previously, as if aimed at not offending
anyone.
(One Sarasota City commissioner, local realtors, and those responsible
for TV
medicine commercials are likely to take exception.) Parodies in musical
solos,
medleys and skits are punctuated by spoken phony commercials and "Sixty
Seconds" news flashes. All come nonstop, except for 15 minutes
intermission within 90, by engaging foursome Jamie Day, Patrick Frankfort,
Richie McCall, and Stephen Hope. Along
with their
assured director and pianist
Jim Prosser,
they've taken this
route before. They handle new material, then,
as if part of a repertoire the audience has come to expect, and
cabaret-goers
respond, if not with guffaws, still appreciatively.
The performers sprint from side stairs onto the
stage,
before red velvet atop shiny- blue-draped backdrop, in amply cut suits
of blue,
red, and purple, except for Jamie in her wide-skirted green jumper.
Each has
matching tennis shoes, the better to handle Hope's choreographic
challenges. The biggest comes,
among jabs at local controversies (like spring in Sarasota facing "No
Baseball"), as the players attempt "Crossing Tamiami," to the
tune of "The Hokey Pokey." (To get across that highway, which runs
the length of Sarasota's "cultural corridor," pedestrians truly defy
death. In the skit, they don't all make it.) A
dig at the real estate bubble and bust, "Palms of
Prudential," transitions from local to national satire.
Jamie, as Annie "Can't-Get-a-Man-with-a-Gun"
Oakley, imitates Sarah Palin. This "Caribou Barbie" beauty queen,
loaded with pink weapons to be used against liberals aiming to destroy
the
N.R.A., hollers "You Can't Put a Ban on My Gun." Probably the funniest
political satire has all but Richie proclaiming the glories of "Obamalot" (what else but the
"New Camelot"?) when in armor and with crown and scepter Richie leaps
forth as "Barack, Barack" ("C'est Mois"). He's
a hoot! Later, he dodges
money-seekers as Obama in a parody of "Hey Big Spender" and spot-on
imitates Louis Armstrong singing of woes from forest fires to Chinese
drywall
in "What a Blunderfilled World."