Michael Weaver as Bertha Bumiller and Patrick Treadway as Jody Bumiller in Interplayers’ production of “Greater Tuna.”
A group of us were privileged enough to see Greater Tuna at Interplayers this week. Yea, yea, I know. You’re all like, Haysus, enough with the theatre blogs. Fine. It’s summer and I will shut up for awhile after this one BUT you should know, I laughed so hard at times, I should have considered wearing depends.
And now for my critique
Michael Weaver & Patrick Treadway had little time to prepare for Greater Tuna as most of you in the theatre community are aware. For those of you who are not, read this obituary and then make a donation to the David Gigler Scholarship Fund at Global Credit Union. Just do it. Read. Donate. And as usual, I digress.
The comedic brilliance of these two gentlemen will bring tears to your eyes. I’m enough of a 14 year old boy to admit Pearl’s drooping, off center boobs made me giggle and the lady like way Vera sprawled in the chair during the ramblings of the Reverend Spike scored major points. And while Elmer Watkins creeped the hell out of me, it had to be Charlene Bumiller who brought it all home for me. The line
Woffie, you come through that door one more time and you’ll need drugs to kill the pain!
was all I needed to know there was a g_d of some kind. Has to be. Stuff that funny don’t fall off trees.
So hat’s off to Interplayers and their barking and rotary phone dialing and Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I think we all enjoyed our evening and I am now a Tuna convert.
