Ah Christmas, the time of good cheer. Pastoral visions of snow dappled hills and gentle shepherds tending their flocks with families nestled around a crackling fire and the peace of the holiday wrapping all of mankind in a spiritual warmth.
That’s one Christmas.
And then there is Rudolph, that loveable baby reindeer who is confused about his sexuality but is also convinced that whatever he is, he likes sex. Toss in Tiny Tim in a desperate search for someone to take his virginity and the Little Drummer Girl, who can help Tim and just about any other man who asks. And of course, we have a drunk Santa, a Christmas party where at least one guest is fearful of melting and a mystery that has no obvious ending.
Welcome to the sixth edition of Neil Haven’s "Who Killed Santa," a holiday gift to the warped and twisted.
The stars of this show are the brilliantly conceived rod puppets created by Dan Katula. They are manipulated by visible on-stage actors. Those are the mechanics.
The only typical character (or actor in costume) is Bo Johnson's take on Santa, who could probably make a slattern out of Mother Theresa. Johnson also manages to throw in Detective Tannenbaum, the Tooth Fairy and Mrs. Claus.
His Santa attacks every girl in sight, insults all of the guests to his workshop and if he was the one in the mall, instead of getting a picture after your visit, you’d meet a lawyer ready to file a sexual assault lawsuit.
The range of characters here is breathtaking. We start with the impossibly dense Frosty the Snowman (Nate Press) who is, as they say, dumber than a box of rocks. He can’t figure out how to avoid heat sources that will make him melt.
There is Rudolph (Sarah Zientek) who exacerbates her/his sexual confusion with a fondness for all things alcohol to either numb or heighten the senses. Rudolph may be gay or may be straight or may even be both or, well, you get the point.
Steve, the Little Drummer Boy (T. Stacy Hicks), seems like he might be the mo…Read more...