Performing Arts: Theater
March 1, 2018
Bright colors flood the stage when the lights come up on a sparkly bar, a couple of bar stools and a lone man who emerges chattering and leaves rounding numerous verbal laps of juicy gaiety and poignant refrains.

Gerry (Jeff Hiller) arrives early for a wedding in Palm Springs, California and well, what’s there to do at a wedding but dish and flaunt half-truths? Maybe the happy couple thinks they’re on the road to bliss, but Gerry questions the validity of happy endings. After all, his friend is marrying a dull tack—truly lackluster – at least when compared to someone like, well, like Gerry!

What‘s remarkable is how Gerry can keep the verbal meter running for over an hour with no break, no dip in energy or glee. He slips from the bar, to lounge chairs circling the swimming pool, and through the shiny-fringed curtain designed by Dara Wishingrad. The only human on stage, Gerry chats up a handful friends, his ex and current boyfriend.

Directed by Michael Urie, Gerry’s monologue, written by Drew Droege, whips through popular culture tidbits at an exhausting rate while he throws back enough cocktails to inebriate a high school prom. In the midst of all this caddy howling he finally admits that his own relationship is on questionable grounds, and that maybe it is worthwhile to find a lifetime partner. Threaded through the many “insider” jokes, commentary on gay rights surface and crash because another wise-crack is lobbed over the any serious matter.

For those who want to join in the fun, cocktails are available in the basement of the Soho Playhouse because in the end, the audience is part of the boisterous wedding party that spills off the stage throughout the theater.
EYE ON THE ARTS, NY -- Celia Ipiotis

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