Stupid F*cking Bird, by Aaron Posner, sort of adapted from The Seagull by Anton Chelhov, is intrepidly bold! Stages Repertory Theatre has a witty ensemble cast that create clever moments with comedic lines, melodramatic scenes, and outlandish interaction with the audience, not to mention their chemistry combined to make a fun night at the theatre!
"Start the f*cking show," is what the audience was coaxed to say in order to begin the series of events where we witnessed an absorbent amount of "We are here" self-consciousness, profane dialogue, intertwining love webs that never quite connect, family dysfunction, and "accidental" resilience among other things. Sitting in the audience feels as if you're peeking through the back gate of someone's yard on a warm Fall night eavesdropping gleefully. Yet you feel apart of the on-stage conversation during those extreme moments in which you're asked advice or to express you're opinion.
When Con asks how to win Nina's love, audience members are reluctant at first to answer, but then voices begin to emerge from various corners of the stage, "Stop acting!" "Tell her again!" "Give her a brownie!" After erupting laughter, both from on stage and off; the play moves on.
I found the show to be wickedly funny with a parade of charming actors one behind the other allowing realistic vulnerability to lead their performances. I recommend a view or TWO. Even a person unfamiliar with either playwright will find humor and the "fun" in the show. The script is unrestricted enough that every night could motivate clever moments that would vary with the audience during any given performance.
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