Left for Dead Improv split
my guts with its astute deadpan and quick wit. In front of a packed house at
Writers & Books, the group took shots at individual stories whose
characters had maxed out on their quirk quotient. As they moved along, it got
more complex as if trying to confound one another, culminating in a lightning
round to the finish. It was smart, funny, swift, and slick. I loved it.
Unfortunately, that was it for Left for Dead Improv at this year’s Fringe. But you can follow them at
facebook.com/leftfordeadimprov.
Although “Flatfoots, Floozies & Murder” was a tad
clichรฉ, the talented troupe putting it on in the black box theater at School of
the Arts seemed to have as much fun as the audience. After muttering the
password (any self-respecting Marx Brothers fan knows it’s always “swordfish”)
we were treated to a double murder being committed and ultimately solved in the
name of good old fashioned fun.
The actors didn’t blab the drab gab, but rather chattered the
hip patter with all the guys sounding like Cagney, and the goils
all twawked like Cyndi Lauper. I had a blast. Check
it out. Just remember “swordfish.
“Flatfoots, Floozies & Murder” will be performed again
Sunday, September 18, 6 p.m., and Friday, September 23, 8 p.m. at RAPA @ SOTA:
Black Box Theatre. $12. Appropriate for ages 13 and older.
This article appears in Sep 14-20, 2016.
