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MAE WEST AND CARY GRANT RETURN TO THIS STAGE: Just 4 performances left. Photo by WPCNR StageCam.
As Joe Bologna’s character Vito Pinioli says, in Act II, “When a Theatregoer puts down his money for a ticket to a comedy, he wants to laugh” that is what the WPPAC audience gets to do, despite themselves.
From the opening houselight dim, IHTBY is fast fast fast, naturally funny, not a polite laugh needed, and it is not excessively off-color comedy. It uses every gimmick, (frozen pants is one), except a pie-in-the-face to wring a laugh from the audience. Laughs just spill out naturally, the mark of masterful comedy writing. You simply can’t stop yourself.
The comedy written by Taylor and Bologna, first performed in 1981, has been upgraded to contemporary references and delivers rapid fire, wise guy lines between two real and vulnerable people that we haven’t seen since the 30s, when screwball comedy was the king. I say, after seeing IHTBY, let’s bring screwball comedy back. You never laugh politely at the lines in this play, you laugh naturally!
The two versatile pros are completely in-character, hardworking, with utter believability to the audience in the Christmas tale of Thea who turns an audition for a televison commercial into a romance with a cab-ride, a locked door, an incredulous playreading of just a few of her 30-or so manuscripts of her own play about Sasha, the greatest Russian comedy writer.
These manuscripts are hidden about her apartment and, after seducing him, she pleads with Vito to hear her treatment of a particular scene to prevent him from leaving. (The playreading scene cleverly mocks Chekov). Sasha is a great Russian comedy writer being tortured by the Czar, and that is the scene she reads in a comedy, you understand.
In Act II, when Vito is trying any way he can to leave the apartment, Thea’s winning personality works miracles on the middle aged roué, Vito Pinioli in a most ingenious, quirky, believable way.
Their fight in Act II is one of the stage’s great fights between romantic protagonists, artfully delivered to wrest ever laugh that’s in it. Mr. Bologna’s “ballet of derisive gestures” causes the staid audience of “White Plains Most Dignifed” to erupt in convulsive laughter.
The two playwrights do a wicked sendup of collaborative play-writing in Act II, so good you wish they’d write a play about that, too, next.
Pathos? Feeling? You want that too. It’s there is a superbly right-on scene when Mr. Bologna makes a phone call he has been putting off a long time. It brings tears to the audience eye at what the magic of love can do.
Can a woman change your life in one night? Impossible, you say. This play shows the romantic in us how one determined woman can do it.
Thea is everybody’s ne’er-do-well aunt, down on her luck, needing a job, without anyone in her life and it’s Christmas Eve. She has your heart from her opening line, “I’m Thea Blow, and this is my love story,” as she steps into the spotlight and never leaves it.
The writing gives you the setup most cleverly, having Thea tell you about her stage in life as she steps into a spotlight for a television commercial audition, and monologues to the impatient disembodied voice of the commercial director (done to perfection by “Mr. Disembodied Voice”). She groans about how she really needs this job, the way casters see her (“I’m not seen as new.”), her body (“I’m 5-2 and becoming sexy”), and says her agent just died. Ms. Taylor is funnier in this 7 minute “audition” that Jay Leno is in a week of monologues. So funny she attracts Vito, the creative Director’s attention who consoles her. Hence the cabride and the Christmas Eve romance that unfolds. The comedy mystique begins.
Thea takes Vito to her apartment, seduces him then does not let him leave. In the course of two hours she entertains, angers, amuses, confounds, and touches him and brings out “the writer” in the man that lurks behind a man pretending to be happy. She even convinces him to do something he has wanted to do for a long time through her own Molly Goldberg-type genuineness of feeling. How two actors deliver this is the old play’s magic.
Why are old plays done again and again. Because they are timeless and, as Mr. Bologna’s character remarks in a clever sendup of playwrighting, they are funny.
The art of comedy is making the incomprehensible plausible and funny, and getting you into caring about the characters, Ms. Taylor and Mr. Bologna have bottled that elixir of laughter, and open it and let it work its mirthful mischief.
SideBit Sendups Seamless
They do it the way the masters did it, with great sidebar running gags, such as Bologna’s repeated calls to his limo man to pick him up (“You wait three hours for them to arrive, then they honk”), his ode to the art of making television commercials that he feels movie directors can’t touch (“They’ve got 2 hours, I’ve got 30 seconds”), and Thea’s obsession with health food. They bring to life the foibles, dreams and dashed hopes of all in their timeless identity with the humanity and the dreams of any audience, young or old.
Sometimes it takes a pro to show the young comics how to segue punchlines right on so you hear the joke, seamlessly, a talent many of today’s younger actors simply do not have. They tell the joke too fast, swallow the payoff line and wonder why the audience does not laugh.
IHTBY does that all the way, laughing all the way, from the posters on the set of her apartment for Thea’s forgettable roles of the past( “The Ice Capades Strangler” and “Bride of the Vampire.”) to the hilarious sight gag at the end that breaks up the audience.
Mae West and
If you’re looking for a parallel in filmdom, consider the incongruous pairing of debonair Cary Grant and the legendary Mae West in She Done Him Wrong (I think that was the picture).
It Had To Be You plays for just four more performances at the White Plains Performing Arts Center at 8 tonight, Friday and Saturday and Sunday Matinee.
For Ticket Availabilities, dial 1-888-977-2250 and will play for many more across this country for people who go to the theatre to put their money down and laugh – a lot.









