Theater Reviews: Beaverquest!: The Musical, My Fair Lady

 GO  BEAVERQUEST! THE MUSICAL Sacred Fools Theatre Company has made a spectacular return from an era of what company members have described as the dysfunction of yore. I’ve seen two of the shows there (of the four that are currently in production) over the past two weeks, including the troupe’s late-night contest, Serial Killers. Enthusiastic and largely young audiences packing the house to these mid-run shows are a fair indication of this organization’s health. Such a rebound is cause for optimism in an extremely arduous field. Padraic Duffy (book and lyrics) and Bobby Stapf’s (music) animated country musical parody, Beaverquest! The Musical, was conceived from the sketch-comedy format of Serial Killers, and has evolved into a lighthearted social satire, delivered entirely through nonsense-tinged allegory. A romance between the last Beaver in the area (Corey Klemow) and a domesticated male Bunny (Bryan Krasner in bunny suit, with the grandiloquence and vocal gravitas of James Earl Jones) becomes the gay-rights answer to Animal Farm. The evil Mayor (Alyssa Preston) doubles as a taxidermist, which explains where all the other beavers have gone. And yes, she does have a song called “I’ve Never Met a Beaver That I Didn’t Want to Stuff.” Poor Jack (Joe Fria, with the hypnotic ability to distort his body into subtle contortions) has to given up drinkin’ and his frequently aroused girlfriend, Petunia (Laura Sperrazza, with dazzling vocal skill), in order to be sheriff. The Mayor’s petting-zoo project is merely a ruse to snag the last living beaver. There are all kinds of dots that barely connect, despite which the allegory becomes weirdly moving in Act 2. One subplot involves a literary conflict of interest as one of three narrators, sweet Pepper (Emily Pennington), struggles not to enter the story as she falls for one of the characters. I still can’t determine how well all this hangs together, but it’s undeniably entrancing and deceptively superficial. Director Scott Leggett knows exactly what he’s doing, the stage movement is sharp, and the onstage band, situated in the back of an old Ford pickup truck, is terrific, under composer Stapf’s musical direction. Sacred Fools Theater, 660 N. Heliotrope Dr., Hlywd.; Fri.-Sat., 8 p.m.; Sun., 7 p.m.; thru May 3. (323) 281-8337. (Steven Leigh Morris)

(Click to enlarge)

Freak Dance: The Forbidden Dirty Boogaloo

(Click to enlarge)

Beaverquest! The Musical

(Click to enlarge)

You Don’t Know Me

 GO  CHICO’S ANGELS: CHICAS ARE FOREVER “Dis is like one of those Agatha Crispy movies,” gushes bubblehead detective Frieda Laye (Danny Casillas), referring to her fourth adventure with her fellow drag Angels, the flirt Kay Sedia (Oscar Quintero) and the egoistic Chita Parol (R. Garcia). A countess has lost her diamond to the sinister, smoking-jacketed Senior Crooke (Henry Watkins), and it’s up to the heavily accented ladies and Bossman (Alejandro Patino) to save the day. Camp with a twist of telenovela, Kurt Koehler’s riotous comedy (co-written with Quintero and James Edward Quinn) trusts in the ladies’ flouncing, vamping and squealing to carry the show. It does — and how — despite jokes staler than day-old taco shells and tension that had us on the edge of our seat only when Frieda’s dress hiked perilously short during the cancan. Even with a ventriloquist stripper on the bill and a chase sequence set to Miami Sound Machine’s “Conga,” the beruffled Kay dominates the show, and not just because the combined mass of her wig and the paper flowers stuck in it takes up half the stage. And when she and the gang lose it and giggle at their own ridiculousness, the audience only claps harder. CASITA DEL CAMPO, 1920 Hyperion Ave., Silver Lake; Thurs. & Sun., 8 p.m.; Fri.-Sat., 9 p.m.; thru May 4. (323) 969-2530. A Shiny Kumquat production. (Amy Nicholson)

THEATER PICK  FREAK DANCE: THE FORBIDDEN DIRTY BOOGALOO Much of the propulsion in Matt Besser’s dance confection comes from the great breakdance interludes by the Bad Newz Bearz crew (Joel Lara, Jose D. Martinez, Ernie Rodriguez, Isaac Lara and Jesus Corla). The rest derives from Besser’s comic-book satire of self-righteous programs claiming to use the arts to get kids off drugs. Our hero, Funky Bunch (Michael Cassady), sports a DARE T-shirt and tries to rally a clan of inner-city youth led by an aging homey (Hal Rudnick) who suffers the effects of a brain injury from dancing on the ceiling, as well as the complete evisceration of his penis from too much friction with the ground. There’s even a rich girl (Megan Lynam) — “I’m not so rich that I can’t learn to be poor.” They hunker down in an abandoned office and rehearse their dance moves. Enter the Building Inspector (Besser), in the colonial attire of a Gilbert & Sullivan operetta, slapping them with a $2K fine. How to endure? A dance contest, of course, pitting their slick moves against the sleazy lap-dance gyrations of their opponents, the Dazzles, led by Drew Droege and featuring Allan McLeod, in a mentally impaired turn that looks like Christopher Walken with a high-pitched manic laugh. Dance-bulge codpieces are like visual centerpieces adorning the actors, under Lindsay Hendrickson’s perfect direction. Brian Fountain and Jake Anthony wrote the music. Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre, 5919 Franklin Ave., Hlywd.; Fri., 8 p.m.; thru April 25. (323) 908-8702.