George Washington Slept Here
Theater Review
"George Washington Slept Here," at Hale Center Theater Orem
Review by Eric D. Snider
Published on July 16, 1999
After two acts of ho-hum, "isn't-that-cute?" comedy, the Hale Center Theater's production of "George Washington Slept Here" redeems itself with a third act that is hysterically funny and well worth the wait.
I've never seen a show make such a fast turn-around, but this one does.
Set in the '50s, the Kaufman/Hart play is about Newton Fuller (Jim Gastelum), a businessman who gets tired of living in the city and buys a dilapidated old shack in the country that was supposedly once slept in by George Washington. His wife, the always-sarcastic -- and boy does THAT grate after a while -- Annabelle (Nancy Stewart Douglas) hates the idea but goes along with it, presumably so she can make withering remarks at her husband every time she opens her mouth.
The tension between the two is supposed to be funny, but the laughs are few and far between up until intermission. The house is practically falling apart, and the neighbors are all weird ... but none of that amounts to much amusement, either. The script isn't exactly laugh-a-minute to begin with, and the cast seems too eager to jerk chuckles out of you however they can.
The real entertainment comes in the final act. Visiting Uncle Stanley (LaMarr Nielsen) is unable to help the Fullers come up with the money they need to make the payment on the house, and the evil Mr. Prescott (Lyn Vickery), a British man with an accent not found in the real world, is going to foreclose.
Newton and Annabelle begin to despair, and it's most amusing. Their solution? To drink, at 10 in the morning. Everyone who comes in is offered his or her own bottle, and soon we're having a grand time. The tension between husband and wife was more uncomfortable than funny anyway; now that they're in league (she's fallen in love with the house, too), we can relax and enjoy their banter.
Nielsen is a saving grace as Uncle Stanley, fully committed to the part and making it more than just a bland stereotype of rich, demanding uncles. Gastelum's Newton is also very likable. Even when the play is not funny, it rides well on his easy-going shoulders. Douglas, too, is good, once Annabelle stops being sarcastic all the time and starts being a real person.
Also earning many laughs is the Fullers' precocious nephew Raymond (Bryce Ashdown). His outspokenness provides most of the best laughs in the second act.
There are some loopy interludes, mostly as time-fillers while the sets are changed, in which the cast lip-synchs to an appropriate song and dances around the stage like crazy people. Part of what makes the third act so good is that it is full of that kind of wacky sensibility, as if the cast has freed itself from the shackles of the humdrum script and is finally cutting loose.
Grade: C+
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Comments & Reaction:
Man, was this unfunny for the first two acts. The actors would say things, and then I would listen to the audience not laughing. It was dreadful. And I can't even blame much of it on the cast or director. I think the script really just isn't very funny until the end.
Hale Center generally does older comedies. Why? I'm guessing because they're cheaper to get. The newer and more popular a show is, the more you have to pay in royalties to perform it. If you find something way old that no one's ever heard of, you can get it dirt-cheap. Some playwrights, like Jack Sharkey, are performed almost exclusively by theaters who can't afford anything better. Too bad, really. The Hale Center often has access to some talented people who could do a fine job if they were given something less moldy to work with.
I was honestly surprised when, a few weeks after this ran, I received a VERY angry letter from an old lady (which later became the subject of a humor column). This didn't strike me as the kind of scathing, devastating review that would inspire such a reaction, but here it is, with all mistakes intact, exactly as she wrote them. Please be aware that she asks many questions in this letter, but uses very few question marks.
Quite a delightful angry letter. One of the angriest I've ever received, actually. Kudos to Mary Barrowes.
There was a self-righteous woman who used to tell me what I should and shouldn't do in my "Snide Remarks" columns. She would e-mail me every now and then, tell me how marvelously funny and talented I was, and then gently point out all the things in the current column that I shouldn't have done. She seemed to be the expert on what constitutes "good" (i.e., acceptable before the Lord) comedy, and she felt free to tell me about it.
Well, when I mocked this letter in a column, she freaked out big-time and wound up having herself removed from the "Snide Remarks" mailing list. She also made serious accusations toward me about how I don't have the Spirit, and how depressing and sad my life must be, and a bunch of other crap. Her name was Deanna Morgan, but she always signed her e-mails "Sister Morgan," to remind me that she was LDS, too. I'm glad not to be getting weekly reprimands from her anymore.