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."