Humankind can be said to be divided into two, mutually exclusive populations: those who believe South Park co-creator Trey Parker is the second coming of Molière, and those who dismiss his loopy brand of scatological satire as the sophomoric product of a developmentally arrested mind. Unbeknownst to the latter, the former have rescued Parkers cinematic, freshman effort, his 1996, feature-length, genre spoof, Alferd Packer: The Musical, from cult obscurity and transferred it to the live stage (most notably at last years Edinburgh Fringe Festival). Judging by director Jessica Varizs rough-and-tumble version, the True Believers should be placated; even if the films MGM-dance-number send-ups are irremediably absent, the surviving book, music and crude production values are all pure Parker. The primary joke is in the inappropriate nature of Parkers source material the 1874 trial of guide Alferd Packer (Bill Woods), who was charged with surviving a harrowing winters stranding in the Colorado Rockies by eating the five men (Eric Ruiter, Eric Hamme, M.S. Cliff E. Threadgold, Daniel Theyer, Andrew Pedraza) he had been leading to the Breckenridge gold camps. Throw in a little bestiality in the form of Packers beloved horse, Liane (Calli Dunaway), her human rival, Polly Pry (Sara Collins, the shows only trained voice), the odd, puerile pun (Fudge, Packer?), and you have a Trey, Trey risqué ode to the redemptive power of romantic, human love. Garage Theatre, 251 E. Seventh St., Long Beach; Thurs.-Sat., 8 p.m.; thru Aug. 22. www.thegaragetheatre.org. (866) 811-4111.
Thursdays-Saturdays, 8 p.m. Starts: July 24. Continues through Aug. 22, 2009