city sidewalks

Continuing the weekly tradition of checking out a new show somewhere around town, over the weekend I experienced my first one-man play in ages, and quickly remembered why I avoid them like small children. “Blanch Survives Katrina in a FEMA Trailer Named Desire” was the title (yup, all of it), and although it packed the Soho Playhouse, was a dull attempt at channeling one of Tennessee Williams’ famed female protagonists, Blanche DuBois. Between the awkward wig changes and disjointed costume (literally a hairy forty year old man in an assortment of blonde wigs with a black tank top, camouflage cutoffs and sneakers), I could barely keep my focus on the storyline, which was simply this character’s descent into reality post-natural disaster from “her” once-lavish lifestyle. Not really worth mentioning too much more. Let’s just say that had I not been sitting in the front row, the chilled Jack & Ginger screaming my name from the brown paper bag in front of me would’ve been put to far greater use.