By Lauren Smart
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With A Critical Case of Murder!, Kleinmann, founder of and creative force behind Pegasus, plots two short acts full of revenge against mean old theater critics. Influenced in part by the 1973 Vincent Price movie Theatre of Blood, Kleinmann's new comic mystery makes victims of any ink-stained kvetch who dares to pen a pan. The killer in the piece knocks off scribes one by one after they've knocked the work of a small company of actors and directors to whom said killer is loyal. Each homicide is tailored to fit each critic's scathing review. "Box-office poison," you say? Get out the cyanide.
It's a cute conceit. But—hold on while I flip the deadbolt and pull down the shades—like so many past Pegasus productions, Critical Case promises more than it delivers. Give it a C-minus for script, a B-plus for execution. Wait, who said execution?
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There are a few constants in Kleinmann's work. His plays are inspired by the B-movie mysteries of yesteryear, the old Charlie Chan flicks and film noir classics such as Laura and Casablanca. Pegasus cleverly mimics the look of those films through Kleinmann's trademarked black and white makeup process, which renders the stage set, costumes, props and every inch of the actors, except for their pink tongues and bloodshot eyeballs, into shades of vintage celluloid grays and silvers.
Visually, Kleinmann's shows have style in spades, and the new one is even more stylish than previous Pegasus epics. Aaron Patrick Turner's vampy 1930s costumes and scenic designer Wade Giampa's big-city police station set look stunning on the stage at Richardson's Eisemann Center.
Where A Critical Case of Murder! shoots itself in both feet is on the page. Kleinmann the playwright is the same as Kleinmann the actor (he always plays the lead in his works as bumbling detective and "aspiring actor" Harry Hunsacker). He and his dialogue are all obvious moves and hammy expressions. He gets the look of film noir right but misses too much of the subtle menace and devious wit of the writing. If his scripts had just a touch more Billy Wilder about them, he'd really have some killer material.
Too much of the first act in this one is wasted on extraneous chitchat about an ongoing feud between another stock character, a police lieutenant named Foster (A. Raymond Banda), and the meddling Hunsacker. There are silly bits with Foster and a telephone that go on and on for days. Part of the problem there lies in Banda's amateurish acting, but Kleinmann loyally casts the same so-so actors in every Pegasus production, so you have to put up with Banda and with stiff-armed Timothy Honnoll as Hunsacker's smarter assistant, Nigel Grouse. On opening night, Honnoll had to stop and start over several times after getting tongue-tied on Kleinmann's dialogue. At least on film, you get only the best take in the finished product.
The jokes in Critical Case are so old they could draw pensions, so director Coy Covington has had to work his magic on the script by inventing some funny business for the actors to do. Covington, who knows a thing or three about the "glamour talk" and attitudes of old movie stars from his en traviste roles at Uptown Players, choreographs the cast to whip their heads around in unison to punch up key plot points. And he's managed to keep them still when Kleinmann's script forgets that five characters upstage have nothing to do while two characters downstage are carrying on for a quarter of an hour. At the end of the second act, a sight gag involving two men and a lady on a window ledge with an unlucky pigeon is almost worth suffering all that comes before it.
This is not to say that A Critical Case of Murder! doesn't provide 95 minutes of light entertainment. It does, if you keep expectations low. Critics go in expecting the best and if we're then disappointed and our reviews come out sounding a little harsh...um, did someone say arsenic tastes a little bit like almonds?
This year's, subtitled Dirty Rotten Divas, may be the best one yet. It's a Big Gay Talent Show celebrating Uptown's past season (Pageant!), previewing its next (Hair! Valley of the Dolls!) and mixing in more than 20 big numbers from Broadway shows. Here, however, the men sing songs intended for female characters and the women sing the men's solos. So you get Amy Stevenson belting out "It is I, Don Quixote! The Lord of La Mancha!" (something the singer probably did lots of times, though not this loudly, at her box-office job during WaterTower's recent run of Man of La Mancha).