Roadkill Buffet is the antidote to MIT stressROADKILL BUFFET
At the Muddy Charles Pub.
Feb. 12, 8 pm.
By Joanna Stone
hile many of you may have stayed home Wednesday night to watch CBS' coverage of the Olympics, the few of us fortunate enough to find ourselves at the Muddy Charles were instead able to witness live coverage of the "Worldwide Competition of Making Toast," complete with close-ups of the under the knee toss, the dandruff to cinnamon addition, and slow motion retakes of the fork in the toaster mistake.
at the Muddy Charles Wednesday evening, to find a bit of levity in this often oppressive environment.
And levity is indeed what I found. The Roadkill Buffet is an improvisational comedy group. "None of this has been planned or rehearsed," the audience is assured at the beginning and several times throughout the show. The audience is given the opportunity to choose the place, the objects, the actions that the comedians must then act out and around.
It is in carrying out this seemingly impossible task that the comedy group members demonstrate their wealth of creativity. A strange hand movement becomes a buddha stopping traffic during those difficult rush hour jams, the same movement is immediately transformed into a position The Joy of Sex forgot to mention, said to hit all pressure points and guaranteed to drive any partner wild.
Roadkill Buffet was surprisingly politically correct for a comedy show. With both homosexual and heterosexual couplings, an audience member's tossed-in sock became a condom for a lesson on safe sex. However, under the instantaneous pressures of improvisation, there is always the danger that the humorous will cross the line over into the overly sensitive. A skit on the Mike Tyson rape trial turned sour, prompting hushed disapproval and a rapid scene change when the actor impersonating the rape victim began to comment on the size of Tyson's masculinity.
During a skit called poets' corner, Jack Kotovsky G managed to rhyme capacitor with ambassador. It is the technical jokes that receive the greatest feedback from this crowd. Jokes about cold fusion and exothermic beakers drew roars from the audience, while the troupe's request for a literary style to work with received only silence.
Roadkill Buffet is probably not the kind of comedy show you'd pay $15 and a two drink minimum to see. But it does have the feel of that sort of comedy, but in training. With free admission, however, I'd certainly recommend that all overworked students or underworked, exuberant seniors make it a point to catch their next show at the Muddy Charles on Feb. 26.