When in doubt, bribe with sugar. It’s actually a pretty decent idea. Redmoon Theatre’s spectacle-cabaret combines gastro-greed-everyone in the audience gets to stuff their face with chocolate truffles-and the twin narcissistic poles of Hollywood navel-gazing-award shows and talent shows. If only the glass-clinking award show ambience weren’t milked with such veracity. (Did I mention the chocolate?) You’re stuck there at the table through the dead periods, waiting around for the next shiny thing to catch your eye. (But did I mention the chocolate?) For the concept to work, a show like this should grab you by the throat and slap you around a bit. Instead, it’s more along the lines of, “When’s this thing going to end?” (People, did I mention the chocolate?) My God, this is exactly like an awards show. (Did I mention the cash bar? More to the point, the chocolate martini?) But as with any Redmoon outing, “The Golden Truffle” is not without its charms. The stuff-literally, the physical objects, props and contraptions that are the company’s trademark-are ingeniously overwrought and elaborately nonsensical. The performances (aside from the shaky singing voices) are deadpan and funny, especially Timothy Heck’s Leading Man, a George Hamiltonesque buffoon who totes around a dress form-his very own date-stroking her breast every now and then. Occasionally, there’s some dude toddling around on a bike. Oh wait, that’s the emcee. And the space itself, done up in quasi-nightclub fashion-the Cocoa Cabana, if you will-has a cozy feel that encourages a social vibe among the audience. Also, did I mention the chocolate? (Nina Metz)
This production is now closed.