What happens when you barricade ten comedians in a room for fifty hours? You get twisted minds fueled by caffeinated hysteria writing jokes that may or may not mimic the sleep-deprived love child of 30 Rock and Saturday Night Live.
Killing My Lobster usually spends a good ten weeks on a show. So a mere fifty hours is laughable - at least, so they hope. Writers, actors, filmmakers, and musicians all contribute their own brand of funny for a new type of sketch variety show. Contributors include KML veterans like local playwright Peter Sinn Nachtrieb and special guests like KFOG's Peter Finch, the Tequila Whisperer, and vaudevillian indie folk band, The Bengsons.
Stuffed with charm and surprising insight (surprising only because said insight is bookended by pratfalls and melodramatic tango attempts), The Companion Piece is the vaudevillian brainchild of director Mark Jackson and actor Beth Wilmurt. It opens with a thigh-slapping, hip-swiveling misanthropic comedian of yore who yucks it up for about ten minutes before walking offstage. Once he's passed from presumed audience range, he allows his persona to drop and his smile to disappear - giving the audience the first inkling that this performance will run deeper than your average slapstick.
She puts an ad in the paper that casually mentioned she'd like lots of sex before her 67th birthday. She flies to New York to meet men, with whom she is now quite popular. She tracks down her estranged son in the California wilderness. She convinces her friends that meeting men through a newspaper ad is not - necessarily - going to end in death, dismemberment, and unseemly police investigations. She yells for her therapist in the middle of sex.