Jay Allen Sanford 11 a.m., Sept. 20
The fish suspect trouble. So does Jules. The gay marine biologist lives in an old bomb shelter and expects a comet to strike the earth soon. Since he might become the next Adam, Jules places an ad for meaningful sex. Jo, his one respondent, wants "no strings" but becomes a "postapocalyptic cohabitant." Peter Sinn Nachtreib's doom-drenched comedy raises questions about where - and who, and even if - we are. Except for blaring almost every sentence as a HEADLINE (which saps energy from the final scenes), the Rep's staging's a good one. Rachael VanWormer and Steven Lone, a deft mismatch, flit around David Lee Cuthbert's cinder-block set like gymnasts. Barbara, the narrator, pulls levers and cues effects (esp. Tom Jones's house-rocking galactic intrusion) like a corporate Wizard of Oz. San Diego favorite Sylvia M'Lafi Thompson makes her both regal and insecure (and funny) and suggests throughout that there's something fishy going on. [Note: due to popular demand, the Rep has extended the show's run.
Worth a try.
When: Ongoing until Saturday, February 6, 2010
- Sundays, 2pm & 7pm
- Wednesdays, 7pm
- Thursdays, 8pm
- Fridays, 8pm
- Saturdays, 8pm