By Lauren Smart
By Jane R. LeBlanc
By Lauren Smart
By Elaine Liner
By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
Mambo dances the tarantella on its two Italian matriarchs. This autobiographical ethnic comedy from Canadian writer Steve Galluccio asks what would happen if two traditional Italian mothers, both residents of Montreal's large immigrant community, found out their beloved sons were gay. And in love. With each other.
The answer is, the sauseech hits the fan. Maria Barbieri (Rebekah Durk) and husband Gino (Richard Zavaglia) wail and cry and gnash their teeth in noisy bouts of denial before deciding their writer-son Angelo (John de los Santos) is just going through a phase. Sicilian widow Lina Paventi (Cynthia Matthews) is sure her boy Nino (Butch Anderson) will go straight if he could just meet the right bella ragazza. And mamma mia, what a strega she digs up for him.
The plot in Mambo Italiano is as dull and predictable as a Pizza Hut pie. Such screaming and everyone crossing themselves like it's happy hour at the Vatican. But Galluccio has written some primo characters, and they add the necessary spice to this slice of life, particularly the women. Besides Mambo's moms, there's also Angelo's pill-gobbling, cuticle-chewing younger sister Anna (the adorable Elise Reynard, doing her first big comedy turn on a local stage) and Nino's old high school friend Pina Luneti (Maria-Khristy Millares, hair piled into layers of brunet rotini). These ladies don't just shoplift little bits of the show away from the men, they steal the whole shebang right out from under their shoes.
Part of the fun is the appearance of new faces in the cast. Millares is a Fran Drescher without the adenoidal screech. "I live on my own," Nino tells her character, love-hungry Pina, when they meet in a bar. "Why? Your parents dead?" she snaps. It takes a confident actress to strut onstage in a zebra-striped skintight jumpsuit. Brava, Miss Millares, for wearing that little mother with bitch-slappin' sass. (The costumes by Suzi Shankle and Andreas Hofmann deliver their own hilarious visual punch lines.)
Rebekah Durk as Maria has some of Shelley Winters' grumpy slouch, but she edits down her expressions to the tiny grimace, the impish twinkle and one gut-bustingly funny air kiss. Cynthia Matthews, chubby tootsies squeezed into tiny black pumps, could give Victoria Gotti a run as a scowling Sicilian madre trying to control her wayward son.
The other new chest, uh, face in this crowd is young Butch Anderson (what a name, marrone). In his first acting role ever, Anderson, a bulkier version of that sweet gardener on Desperate Housewives, can't quite carry off the emotional subtleties. But when he doffs his white undershirt, baring a physique tighter than La Cosa Nostra, all the good fellas in the audience (and the good ladies, too) let out audible sighs. Great acting isn't expected when great pecs will do.
Everybody gets physical with big gestures and overdone accents in Mambo Italiano. But they do overdo the overdoing at times. They're Canadians, these characters, as well as Italians, which means we get lines like "Whatta do you-a know aboot homo-seck-soo-olly?" The actors struggle a little with this stuff. Good thing they're so funny at it; otherwise it could get really annoying.
Directed by Andi Allen, one of the best around for knowing how to stage big comedies, Mambo Italiano had the opening-night audience at Uptown roaring and stomping with laughter. This gay-centric theater company, now in its fourth season, has found its niche. Gay guys love the place. There are plenty of the other kind of theater lover here, too, but the core audience is gay men in their 30s and 40s who appreciate seeing their lives reflected in material such as Love! Valour! Compassion! (staged at Uptown last summer), Mambo Italiano and the upcoming Southern Baptist Sissies (opening at the end of July).
Part of Uptown's mission is to produce plays about the gay experience that promote a message of tolerance and understanding. These things eventually happen in Mambo, at least for one set of parents. Angelo's father just can't stop being a proud papa, even if that means bragging that "No one is gayer than-na my son!"
There's a real sweetness to this silly comedy. But if you thought My Big Fat Greek Wedding was over the top, Mambo's madness makes that melodrama look positively Pinter-esque.
Maureen Folan (played by Quad C student Julie Painter) is what used to be called a spinster. Unmarried and unwooed at 40, she occupies a run-down cottage in Galway with her cranky old mum, Mag (Dallas stage veteran Carolyn Wickwire). Day after rain-splattered day, Mag, rocking away by the peat fire in her droopy sweater and fuzzy slippers, barks out orders to her daughter for porridge with fewer lumps and tea with more sugar.