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In keeping with Outré’s commitment to go-big-or-go-home, its Much Ado About Nothing is a valiant effort that only works some of the time. There are low comedy laughs, but the intricate word play and fleeting moments of verbal loveliness usually gets lost in the mouths of actors uncomfortable with Shakespearean speech.
Outré Theatre Company staged a concert version of Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson this past weekend at Mizner Park to see whether the fledgling company could pull off the logistics and to ask the audience whether they want to see a full production. Count this as the first enthusiastic “yes.”
An Iliad is a breathtaking solo show from Boca Raton’s Outre Theatre Company starring Avi Hoffman that exhumes Homer’s dramatization of the mythological Trojan War in terms we all can understand. There is colloquial language, modern-day references, video projection and audience interaction – even, occasionally, humor.
Playing a 5,000-year-old poet decrying humanity’s addiction to rage and violence, clothing his warning in a modern retelling of Homer’s epic tale of the Trojan War, this is not your grandma’s Avi Hoffman sitting here. But it is Hoffman sitting here in rehearsal, striving to learn 47 pages of dense script as the sole storyteller in Outré Theatre Company’s An Illiad slated to open Friday at The Studio at Mizner Park.
Tragedy suffused opening night at Outré Theatre Company’s inaugural production of the dark musical The Wild Party, but it wasn’t the story of Jazz Age hedonists plummeting through a doomed love quadrangle. It was so many hard-working artists’ work going down the toilet because of the worst sound of any production since Actors Playhouse’s infamous Hairspray last season.
Some troupes ease into existence with a modest, surefire and frugal first full production. Not Outré Theater Company. South Florida’s newest professional company bows Friday with Andrew Lippa’s The Wild Party. The 2000 off-Broadway cult hit combines a brilliant but edgy Jazz Age score with a jet black story of self-destructive hedonists in the 1920s who indulge in virtually every vice imaginable.
Audience members have few joys as pungent as discovery. Which brings us to the fledgling Outré Theatre Company and Tuesday night’s staged reading of the ink-black comic drama Dog Sees God: Confessions of a Teenage Blockhead at Empire Stage– and Outré’s reading in May of the chamber musical tick…tick…BOOM.
As the music swelled Monday at Outré Theatre Company’s concert production of tick…tick…BOOM!, a thought kept interfering with my becoming completely lost in Jonathan Larson’s chamber musical. There’s hope.