Space 55's A Bloody Mary Christmas Features Killer Perfomances

courtesy of Space 55
From left, Elizabeth Athetis, Toni Jourdan, Leslie Barton, and BJ Garrett in A Bloody Mary Christmas

BIG OL' HOLIDAY THEATER UPDATE: Because of you people and how much you love to go to good plays, White Christmas has added two performances, one this Sunday evening, December 15, and one on Christmas freakin' Eve!

Back to our regularly scheduled weirdness:

The setup: Can it be only three years ago that Space 55 premièred its original play about three fun-loving elderly Sun Citians at Christmastime, an event so wildly popular that it attracts audience members who think people standing around smoking outside a black-box theater means some shit is going down to the extent that they're afraid to get out of the car? Can it be that this show is the reason I couldn't figure out why other theater critics kept saying that Fifty Shades of Felt was the filthiest (not that there's anything wrong with that) thing they'd ever seen on a Valley stage?

Yes, Virginia.

The execution: Like herpes, A Bloody Mary Christmas is back, and like any tradition to which one owns the intellectual property rights, it's gently evolved over time in the hands of playwright Denny Guge, ably assisted by the three stars of the debut, Jacque Arend, Shawna Franks, and Stacey Reed-Hanlon, who originally developed the characters of Bertha, Blanche, and Mabel for a sketch in Space 55's annual 7 Minutes Under the Mistletoe mayhem. (Disclosure: I will be performing in December 21's 7 Minutes Under the Mistletoe. Space 55 does not select or vet artists or material for its 7 Minutes . . . series.)

There's at least one additional song that wasn't in the first version of the script. I'm pretty sure it's the one whose refrain is "Empty bottles," but I don't entirely remember the spiffy opening number, either. The original compositions, by Dangerville and Samson Says, are trancy in a not-entirely-musical-genre way -- a little hypnotic, but mostly quirky and non-catchy, in an apparently purposeful manner.

Though the tunes can work for non-singers, this year's brand-new cast of actors who did not create the characters (and former New Times contributor Leslie Barton, who is a friend of mine) are warbling fools who really nail the melodies. The numbers are not a huge part of the action -- the dialogue includes jokes about how odd it is to spontaneously burst into an unknown song together -- but they are fun.

Now that the plot, about an HOA rep who threatens the trio with homelessness while at least two of them try to get into his sexy, sexy tracksuit pants, is entirely fleshed out, so to speak, and the play is just about an hour and a half long without an intermission, a few of the short scenes and sequences feel like overdone shtick. Mostly, though, it moves right along.

The leading ladies create a truly moving relationship among the three lifelong friends, whose frankness (only partially alcohol-fueled) about the eventful past and the diminished present is the source of not just the kernel of truth that ignites good comedy, but also the explicit language that makes the show entirely unsuitable for children and sweetly shocking even for some grownups. They talk about lust, sex, promiscuity, and one another's hoo-has a lot, is what I'm trying to say.

Location Info


Space 55 Theatre

636 E. Pierce St., Phoenix, AZ

Category: General

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