By Ernest Kearney — This show on the scourge of the sexual revolution, described as “an interactive, one woman musical comedy,” provides Cherise Pascual with the opportunity of blitzing the audience like a miniature methed-out Panzer tank: She sings, she dances, she plays a cast of 1000s, she shows her films, she parodies John Lennon’s “Imagine,” she relates her sexual awakening, she confesses her drug addiction in an elaborate sendoff of Gilligan’s Island;
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from a gram a day…”
She provides the audience with rain jackets, sprays the audience with a super-sized water blaster (hence the jackets), gives us her medical history, treats us to a brief dissertation on herpes simplex virus and encases herself in faux “blow.” She performs for us as her boyfriends, her mother, her doctors, her herpes!
This show is over-stuffed with stuff.
But while over-stuffed is not necessarily bad, under-shaped is.
Pascual is a tornado of talent. However, a tornado is an uncontrollable mass of unbridled force and neither of these features works well on a stage.
And here is the point when I find myself standing up from my desk, reaching up to the top shelf of my office where, from between my bust of Smedley Butler and Bill the Cat doll, I pluck down and dust off one of those Golden Adages I keep handy:
Always leave them wanting more.
This is Pascual’s first Fringe and she put her heart into the effort.
You get the idea.
What Pascual lacked was a constructive containment of the creative whirl that she is.
Had she had that, Herpes: A Love Story would have infected us all.
A BRONZE MEDAL.
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Herpes: A Love Story
Running During Fringe 2017 at
studio/stage (Main Space)
520 N. Western Ave.
Los Angeles, CA 90004
Friday, June 23, 2017 – 9:30 pm
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