Virginian-Pilot - December 21, 2006
By MAL VINCENT,
The Virginian-Pilot If you saw "Bad
Santa" at the movies, that was child's play
compared to this surprisingly bitter and serious take on what happens
when scandal breaks out at the North Pole. Vixen, in playwright Jeff Goode's battle-weary
series of monologues, has accused Santa of sexual assault, which
prompts each of the not-so-tiny reindeer to step forward to testify
before an investigator. There are eight 10-minute monologues that require each
performer to hold the stage alone - a major risk which some
of them should have avoided. Labor violations in Toyland emerge as well as rape,
perversion, alcoholism, bestiality, pedophilia, feminist tirades and
general unpleasantries, all played in front of a huge backdrop that
hits "Fat Boy" with an obscenity. It attempts, with
no hint of a wink, to put the X in Xmas. Frankie Little Hardin, who plays Blitzen with deadpan
seriousness as well as directs this outing, informs the audience:
"When a doe says 'no,' it means
'no.'" She bemoans the fact that she has to prance
around wearing only a leather harness on Christmas Eve. The reindeer put Santa in the hot seat - and in the
process make us squirm. There is a good deal of repulsion from the outright bad taste
of it all. Laughs could save it, but there are more gasps. The
seriousness could have paid off if the play developed some suspense
about the truth or untruth of the allegations - one story
against the other, as in "Rashomon." Instead, the deer waver - each one reflecting a
single social evil and feeling no need to stay on subject. Dating from 1994, Goode's work has played from
London to Norfolk and, in some cities, created a stir to the point of
box-office sellouts. One can only guess that he is trying to suggest
that we are overly obsessed with such tawdry headlines. There were nine people in the audience that sat with me and,
even encouraged to try to laugh, they appeared to be catatonic. Or
shell-shocked? Dasher (Jeremy Lister) is the macho deer who proclaims that he
was always the lead except for that one foggy night when Rudolph, much
to his rage, took over. Cupid, who calls himself "the only openly gay
reindeer," is flagrantly overplayed by Jordan Noble with a
giggle that is grating . He mostly berates Mrs. Claus for boozing it up
with the elves. (Somehow, we hope you haven't read this far,
but convention requires that you be given the pulse of the
"show.") Dancer (Eileen P. Quintin) is a kind of Jewish Valley Deer who
still regrets that she couldn't be a ballet dance . Instead,
she's been driven to drink. Her flightiness is a welcome
respite from the harangues of the other reindeer. Prancer (Jonathan Ward) is nicknamed Hollywood and sparks a
few hints at authentic humor with his protest about the movie
"Prancer," which, he claims, foolishly starred a
little girl and presented him as a computerized
"thing." Those who remember the movie can
sympathize with him. Donner (Kent Collins) is the aging, disillusioned father of
the poor, deformed Rudolph, who has now been committed to an insane
asylum because Santa threw him over for Vixen. It's referred
to, fitfully, as "the unfortunate Rudolph incident." As tired as we may be of the cliches and repetitiveness of
Scrooge and the like, Goode is taking on the wrong fella when he takes
on Santa. If you're going to trot out bad taste this blatant,
then you'd better season it with a little laughter. Reach Mal Vincent at (757) 446-2347 or
mal.vincent@pilotonline.com.
© December 21, 2006
Oh,
deer! File "The Eight: Reindeer Monologues" under
Naughty but Not Nice at All. If nothing else, this satire from the Bold
Girls Theatre Company determinedly proclaims that it is not in the
seasonal mainstream.