Two years ago, Beef & Boards scored an unexpected (for me, at least) season highlight with “Smoke
on the Mountain,” a surface-simple collection of old-time gospel tunes, backwoods testifying and
affectionate family comedy.
Last year, it scored a not-unexpected season highlight by bringing back the exact same cast for “Smoke on the Mountain: Homecoming,” which actually was the third in the “Smoke” series.
Why skip the second? Because, the slot open in the schedule was mid-summer. And
the second show is “Sanders Family Christmas.”
This summer, having run out of other smoking options, B&B opted to throw seasonal sensibilities to the wind and revisit the Sanders family with its holiday show.
“Christmas,” it turns out, isn’t quite the show the others are. The tunes aren’t as memorably rendered. Uncle Stanley (Jayson Elliott), the outsider of the first play, seems neutered by the writers this time out. And, overall, there’s less urgency to the already thin plotting—odd, considering the potential gravitas of the World War II time period. The war is acknowledged—and seeing Mom Sanders (Lynne Perkins) wordlessly watch her enlisted son preach is one of the show’s most moving moments—but it takes a backseat, especially in the second act, to lighthearted singing and clowning.
The previous shows’ cast hasn’t all made it back. Laura Goins as star-struck sister Denise joins Perkins as the newcomers, and, while both are fine, there is some adjustment time needed for those of us who saw and loved the previous productions. Kind of like getting used to the “new” Becky on “Roseanne” or, to an earlier generation, dealing with the “Bewitched” Darren switcheroo.
They, and the rest of the cast, still gamely play their own instruments. Bob Payne once again grounds the show, in a good way, as father Burl, although his monologue feels incomplete this time. Andrew Ross gets better and better each year as the awkwardly strong son Dennis. And, at the risk of repeating what I’ve said in previous years, Sarah Hund and John Vessels as talent-free sister June and her smitten beau, Rev. Mervin Oglethorpe, are magical. Their play-ending scene—beautiful, funny and true—is theater to be cherished. They help to prove that even a lesser Sanders-family production is better than just about anything else out there.
If I wanted to be as snarkily obnoxious as the sometimes narrator of Nicholas Wardigo’s “The Dos and Don’ts of Time Travel,” I might dismiss the Phoenix Theatre’s production of the play with one simple word. Don’t.
A grad student allegedly—but never believably—writing a paper on the topic of time-travel movies, Rachel is a character whose ideas don’t get much more academic than “It sucks.” Yet Wardigo’s ideas don’t get much deeper, either.
In the barely more than 80-minute piece, Rachel (played with uphill-battle charm by Sara Riemen) has got a pal, Zoey (Kelli Johnson and Sarah M. Grant—yes, both of them), who, coincidentally, discovers she can travel through time. A kind of bookend to “Octopus,” the previous Phoenix offering, “Dos and Don’ts” also concerns a homosexual couple wrestling with issues of commitment. Both plays take supernatural turns. Both ultimately peel away their theatrical devices in an effort to hit core, human truths. In both cases, the heart is in the right place.
While I wasn’t enthusiastic about the former play, it’s integration of solid design, lighting and special effects upgraded a wandering script and inconsistent performances. In “Dos and Don’ts,” the most compelling element is Zach Rosing’s circular videography, offering a constant distraction from dialogue that rarely rings true and obfuscation standing in for the enigmatic. The result, on a well-attended Thursday night, felt like a stretched Fringe Fest entry.
Frankly, I had a much more thought-provoking time watching most of the movies Rachel trashes. “Time After Time” anyone?•
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