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While there may be "Good Rockin' Tonight" when Elvis impersonator Casey steps up to the microphone at Cleo's Club down in the Florida Panhandle, there isn't a big hunk o' love emanating from the audience. On some nights, there isn't even an audience, except for Eddie, the super low-key club owner. As we begin Matthew Lopez's The Legend of Georgia McBride with a bumbling, subdued curtain speech from Eddie, we're keenly aware that both Casey and his boss are in sore need of makeovers. Our sympathies are mostly invested in Casey in this lip-syncing comedy presented by Actor's Theatre of Charlotte. He's younger, and the odds are against him, especially when Casey's wife, Jo, informs him that his paycheck from Cleo's has bounced once again, and they're behind on the rent. No big surprises on the next complications that Lopez serves up to Jo and Casey's dismay: Casey has just shelled out considerable dough on a new Elvis jumpsuit, Jo's home pregnancy kit has just tested positive, and Eddie has been trying to work up the nerve to fire his headliner.
Seedy comedy and outré musicals have become the irreverent essence of the Actor's Theatre brand. With Lizzie in August revisiting the sensational Lizzie Borden murders to a live heavy metal groove and now with this Georgia McBride jukeboxer, ATC has launched its 30th season – and their first full season as resident company at Queens University – by playing solidly to their strengths. Chip Decker's set design is hardly wider than those we routinely saw at Actor's in its old Stonewall Street location, with three distinct spaces side by side. Jo and Casey's living room and kitchen flanks the Cleo's proscenium on one side, with the club's dressing room on the other. What the Hadley Theater at Queens also allows is a nice thrust stage performing space where the entire cast can eventually perform Sister Sledge's "We Are Family" for their curtain calls.
Yes, as Lopez's title telegraphs, that's where we're heading. Obeying what his ledger is telling him rather than his own personal inclinations, Eddie brings in a pair of drag queens to strut his stage. Casey can stay on if he'll tend bar, take it or leave it. Symptomatic of his sunny passivity, Casey takes it rather than daring to blaze his own trail. The new gals, Tracy Mills and Anorexia Nervosa are both more diva-like in standing up for themselves. From the moment they enter the dressing room, you expect that at least one of them will go Bette Davis on us and proclaim, "What a dump!" Rexy is the more temperamental and imperious of the two – when he isn't so drunk that he can't stand up. One night, when Rexy cannot be revived – let alone hoisted upon his roller skates – Casey is called on to fill in. Either he dresses up as Edith Piaf, or Eddie really will fire him.
This setup for The Legend offers more than merely the bawdiness of drag. We get to enjoy bad drag and bad lip-syncing as Casey wrestles with a bra, pantyhose, and the French language for the first time in his life. Prodded to forge his own identity in dragdom, Casey swivels his new Georgia McBride persona away from the drag trinity of Judy Garland, Piaf, and Liza Minelli. Cutting up his Elvis jumpsuit to fit his newly bolstered tush, the freshly inspired Casey adds female rockers to the customary Broadway-cabaret drag spectrum, including Connie Francis, Madonna, and numerous others beyond my ken. But even when Cleo's begins to prosper, the sunny go-with-the-flow Casey still doesn't have the guts to tell Jo about the transformation that has changed his fortunes. Warning: some very predictable scenes ensue between Casey and Jo.
Under the astute direction of Billy Ensley, Georgia McBride transcends this hackneyed marital turmoil with a cavalcade of winsome and hilarious performances on the Cleo's stage. They are the springboards for tacky, butch, and saccharine creations from costume designer Carrie Cranford, ranging from Nazi leather to Busby Berkeley chiffon. The inspired choreographer goes inexplicably uncredited – but I suspect some needless modesty from Ensley himself, a preeminent triple threat back in his acting days.
Judging from reviews of past productions, I'm confident that Lopez left plenty of latitude in his script for characterizations and song selections. If history is a judge, Elvis can drag either country or rock into drag, and both Eddie and Jo can be more loud, nasty and assertive than they were here. I cannot remember when James K. Flynn was funnier than he was on opening night, inconspicuously evolving from a terse mumbling rube to a glittering ebullient emcee – and beyond. Nor did Juanita B. Green rub me wrong as Jo, improbably remaining slightly adorable even when she threw her husband out. I got the idea that only a preternaturally compliant soul like Casey's would comply.
Ensley's casting choices for his drag queens are just as brilliant, especially since two of the three are making their debuts with the company. Over the years, Ryan Stamey has conspired on many of ATC's wildest musicals as an actor, music director, and instrumentalist, so it wasn't at all surprising to see him making a grand entrance as Rexy in full diva mode, on heels high enough to require a dismount. Stamey actually did multiple dismounts from those heels, doubling as Casey's put-upon landlord, Jason, and executing bodacious changes in makeup and costumes. As Rexy, he strengthened the impact of Casey's climactic crisis with his confessional monologue on what he has suffered to pursue his art form, a topic that Lopez should have explored more deeply. I also suspect that Stamey had a hand in formulating the eclectic playlist. I just wished that Rexy had performed more of those drag numbers.
With his elegant serenity and his razor-sharp zingers, Paul Reeves Leopard's performance as Tracy reminded me of Coco Peru and Charles Busch, two supreme queens I've been fortunate enough to see live. In the midst of Casey's crisis, he also gets a nice moment of truth at Tracy's front door, answering Casey's pathetic apologies and entreaties with makeup, dress, and wig discarded for the night – bathrobe-and-hairnet deglamorized, with all his steely maturity on display. Everybody seemed stronger and more mature than Casey, thanks to the sunny optimism and gentle humility Sean Riehm brought to the role. Anybody, man or woman, would let him be his or her teddy bear! Physically, Riehm is well-sculpted, but not intimidating, with legs that can inspire a woman's jealousy. Riehm's lithe movements underscored the logic of the Elvis-to-Georgia transition: in and out of the jumpsuit, those swiveling hips are very much a part of his job description. Another warning: if you sit in the front row at the Hadley, you are a prime target for a lap dance from a drag queen. Mine was a first for me, the most memorable moment of a fun evening. You won't be able to experience that when Jim Parsons plays Tracy in the upcoming Fox 2000 film.
The Legend of Georgia McBride continues through Saturday, September 22. For more details on this production, please view the sidebar.