Actually, the P.A. left a stream of messages cause she kept exceeding the limit. She sounded as if she were hyperventilating. Told me to meet her at a well-known Hollywood intersection at 2:30 on Sunday. Naturally, I was apprehensive, but curiosity and danger are their own intoxicants. Dont be late, she said, obviously desperate.
I arrive at the specified location at 2:28 in a big, public place. A chill is in the air, crowds everywhere, tourists. Along with a group of about 10 other people whod gotten similar messages, I find the landmark shed alluded to. The P.A. (Liz Beckham) shows up at 2:30, shades, scarf. Very nervous. She speaks quickly and quietly. The group has to lean in just to hear her. She wants to get out of there too many kids around. She hates kids, she says. Just then a family with kids walks by. The P.A. gasps and says she feels sick to her stomach.
Everybody promises not to say a word about what she is about to tell us. I promise, too. (Yes, I lied.)
Nikki has just been kidnapped by some terrorist organization demanding a $1 million ransom. Her P.A. then disseminates among the group a black cloth bag sealed with a combination lock, a tape recorder, an emergency phone number and a couple of maps. Only we can save Nikki, but we must decipher a series of clues, starting with words in the sidewalk, which we must decode. Then the P.A. disappears for a mani-pedi appointment that just cant wait.
Tom Salamon and Betsy Salamon-Sufotts interactive game-show/Hollywood tour/theater spectacle, Accomplice: Hollywood, is the latest in what they hope will be a cottage industry of interactive site-specific theater experiences in a number of cities with enough character to justify the events many twists and plot turns. A New York version, with an entirely different premise, got the program off the ground.
This is the logical extension of interactive spectacles, such as the noir mystery Tamara, which used to play at the Hollywood American Legion; Tony n Tinas Wedding, which transforms the audience into guests; and Im Gonna Kill the President, which summoned its audience to a secret location, where they became complicit in a threat to the White House, until the LAPD burst in, and you just couldnt quite tell what was real and what was illusion. These are the great intersections of sketch comedy and performance art.
Im not giving away any of the twists and turns of Accomplice, out of respect for the producers (the authors, along with Neil Patrick Harris). However, those twists and turns are not, for me, the main source of this events abundant pleasure. Something happens after about 20 minutes on the street, when you know youre playing a game, but it becomes increasingly difficult in the hurly-burly of Hollywood eccentrics hawking tours of celebrity homes here, homemade CDs there to decipher who is involved in Nikki Desmonds kidnapping plot, and who is not. Through this blurring comes a willing suspension of disbelief accompanied by a real sense of surrender to madness.
Salamon, who, following the performance, shows up to chat with audience members, says that one audience was delighted by the performance of the local bicycle cops, until they discovered that no one had been cast as police in the show.
The actors are brilliant. At one point, we find ourselves at a table with The Screenwriter (Jared Grey) of Good Cop, Dead Cop, script in hand, a swaggering dolt who insults the audience member from Salt Lake City: So what movies are breaking out there? St. Elmos Fire? We do stuff here, you dont do anything out there, thats why you wouldnt understand. He then itemizes exactly what hes been doing out here: accruing a series of lawsuits for plagiarism, cause everyone knows the movies that sell are recycled crap from recycled crap.
At an Internet café we meet The Blogger (Michael Serrato), a gossip columnist who makes his living drawing genitalia onto the faces of fallen or falling celebrities. I love your bag, he swishes to a patron sitting near him, hardly missing a beat before explaining his tawdry view on the plight of Nikki Desmond.
Great performances also by Kevin Bernston, vile as The Producer; and Jet Harp, Tanya McClure, Sara Giller and Jeris Lee Poindexter, in a gallery of cameos.
Fridays, Saturdays, 2009