This play proves without a doubt, better stage does NOT equal better performance.
The Boyfriend takes place in 1920's France (I think. It's definitely France.) and opens with one of the characters, Marcel Marcel, announcing for all to hear that this play is a spoof. I say, spoofs are supposed to be funny. This was not a spoof by that logic. The play goes on with (what's the opposite of a catchy song?) several droppy songs, awkward acting (a girl is constantly aware of the crowd as pointed out by Marcel Marcel, but that is never developed in the play.), weird characters, (an old man I could only describe as a pedophile.) and a lame plot. (EVERY main character gets married at the end! There's ten of them!) To say something good about this one, it had great sets, and it wasn't as long as other musicals. The attempts at jokes in this one were all misses, I laughed once throughout, and only because I had silently passed gas. This would merit a two, if it wern't for a total break-down where everyone should be crying, but they all break out into laughter, and several sound faults. (Hmmm... did they borrow our sound guy?) It's TOO LOUD! Now it's too quiet. Now it's not even working, and now someone back stage is having a conversation.
It cost eight dollars. Ours was five.
If you want too see this one, lucky you! I saw the last one. This had to be said though, a one out of six.
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