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Southern CA May 16, 2001
* CRITIC'S PICK *
The Grave White Way
Reviewed By Brad Schreiber

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With this work, Joe Patrick Ward, via his book, music, and lyrics, has raised to the pantheon of great musical theatre artists such
unheralded names as Dickey Ernest and Gus Pusman. Similarly the six dead performers, waiting in purgatory for a final callback from the
Lord, are only too happy to audition. You know they're too plucky to quit. They've already been in earthbound musicals like Pretty Prison
Boys.
Ward has a terrific concept, outlandishly funny lyrics, and an irrepressible cast to glorify the nadir of imaginary musicals. It's crass,
with class, as Lindsey McKenzie (Lesli Margherita) sings "My Parents Like Him So" from Riverboat Regina. Imagine an
ultra-slatternly Gina Gershon with great, er, pipes, and oozing sexuality, abetted by director Sarah Gurfield. John Steinbeck turns over
in his grave as heavenly wannabes Amanda Rothchild (Amy Rutberg), Sheldon Scott (Shannon Stoeke), and Greg Astin Cartier (Craig A. Curtis)
belt out "The Mice, the Men, the Music, and Me" based on the author's formerly heart-rending Of Mice and Men.
Act Two slams more modern musical fare with pinpoint accuracy. Jesus Christ Superstar apparently overshadowed the somewhat less successful
Nazareth High, although perhaps Fox TV will pick it up. Miss Saigon becomes Lady Hiroshima with the hilariously cliche-ridden "My
Heart Is in My Chest," with a cooing Margherita joined by Joshua Finkel. Even the great Sondheim is not immune to Ward's fine tunes
and tartly bent words. Goodbye, Sunday in the Park With George. Hello, Winter in the Woods With Donner and the even more succinct
"Eat Me".
There's a revolving door of real, honest-to-God musical guest artists at each performance of Grave White Way. While the final judgment of
the other six is never in doubt, and a rather straight-ahead piece featuring Albert Einstein from the Broadway bomb Relativity-ly Speaking
could have used a gray wig and German accent, Ward and ensemble could hold their own in a big-budget musical, if they weren't so
perversely funny. Long live short-lived musical theatre!
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