Three Words. Cash. On Delivery. Possibly the funniest play I’ve seen in my life. Never mind, THE funniest play I’ve seen in my life. I really haven’t seen many plays though. But anyway, our high school did a production of Cash on Delivery this week and it was fantastic. I wasn’t in it of course, but it was absolutely hilarious! I can’t come up with a very good way to explain the show other than using the exact words of the directer-
Welcome to tonight's production of cash on delivery! This show is a British farce-- and a funny one at that. Since it is a farce, there are some rules in place. All farces must have slamming doors, mistaken identities, several misunderstandings, and (since this is a British farce) a guy in a dress.
Now isn’t that intriguing? And that’s not even all! There’s also a killer washing machine, someone gets struck by lightning, and the whole thing’s about Social Security fraud! This show easily gets a ninety nine hippopotamus shaped gelatin molds out of one hundred from me! And in case you’re wondering, the one I took off was because the sound system overheated and the “phone” didn’t ring when it was supposed to. Congratulations to everyone involved in this show! It was splendiferous!
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