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RATED X: The members of the Brand X Comedy Troupe are channeling a bit of the spirit of the Little Rascals. They find a space, they throw a show.
Lately that's meant working the boards in a small, perhaps unlikely place: the "Little Theatre" of St. John's Episcopal Church, 3664 Arsenal, near Grand. The site offers them what they need -- namely, a stage, some tables and chairs and a regular venue to call home. Little else is offered. The utilitarian pink walls are simply those of a church annex, no adornment added. Same with the oversized kitchen, the bulletin boards, even the clock that's stopped for perpetuity at 12:47. Curtains? Who needs 'em? Swanky lobby? Save it for the burbs!
It's an unlikely venue in that the troupe's material is oftentimes quite blue. Randy. Ribald. Lusty. Hair-raisingly frank. Delightfully saucy. Filled with references to things profane, sensual and, sure enough, religious. ("Yes, we're called Brand X for a reason," says co-director Christopher Quain. "It gets kinda racy sometimes.")
It's a likely venue in that local resident Dale Cannon has promoted variety shows at the church, and playwright Jerrold Rabushka has hosted several independent plays there. Currently Brand X is alternating weekends with Team Improv; Cannon calls the setup the "16th City Comedy Club."
Over the years, more than two dozen folks have cycled through the group, some not even managing to stay around long enough to do a public show. Doug Golden, a co-director, now claims the longest continuing tenure of the six-person troupe. "There's the time commitment, or they just need to move on," he says. "Or, sometimes, we just give them the boot."
Two weekends back, the group debuted in a new form. Mainstays Golden, Quain and Dan Gordon were joined by newcomers Cindy Benson, Elizabeth Lonigro and Mark Archambeault, a high-schooler who was looking for "an improv group to add to his resume." How cheeky! (Though young, he definitely held his own.) Some of the performers have been around a bit; others haven't.
The backgrounds of the Brand X troupe, in fact, couldn't be more diverse. Most have some theater training, others only a hint of that. In real life, one's "a junkman," another works in the greeting-card business and still another's in real estate. The common elements are around, too, like the six hours of rehearsal a week and the desire to see how far sketch comedy and improv can fly in a conservative town.
"St. Louis is a tough town," says Quain. "Things do seem to be growing ever so slightly."
The key, then, might be patience. The last time the Brand X stepped into the public sphere, they played to crowds of modest size. On Friday, that meant 16 paid admissions; on Saturday, a smaller house of just four. That group certainly made its presence felt, though. Because the actors ask for numerous suggestions from the audience for their improv routines, the whims of the paid customers play out onstage, immediately. On Saturday, just about every bit they shouted out involved sex, in some odd form or another.
"I like a good sex joke as much as the next guy," says Golden, though he suggests that too much of anything is not a good thing.
The language and scenes, then, can swing into some zones that even the troupe will shake their collective head about later -- particularly, let's say, when ethnic or race-based humor is touched upon.
"We were just talking about that the other day," Golden says. "In rehearsal, we've talked about blaxploitation, when someone yells that out. It's based in exaggeration already, so you end up running with it. It's like the Supreme Court defining pornography. I know we've crossed the line when I see it. Broadly speaking, in comedy there's not a lot of room for sensitivity or political correctness.
"I like a good mix," sums up Golden. "I don't mind low humor."
That said, Brand X wouldn't mind stretching out on other types of material. Certainly the group's got the skills to take things any number of ways. Partly it'll be a matter of the new version of Brand X sorting out new characters and situations. The base for a real growth curve is there: Quain's absolutely hilarious in just about every role, and Golden and Gordon have a nice chemistry, working particularly well as straight men and foils. Archambeault's got a loud, rowdy touch. Benson and Lonigro provide some interesting new twists, though the guys still take the easy out of referring to their "great asses" every few minutes.
Those tried-and-true moments are necessary: Filling 90 minutes of improv is a tough act. Though the actors do add sketch comedy regularly, it's the improv that often connects the crowd directly, and with some nice results. Whether playing volleyball with a severed head or lined up as a demented Mickey Mouse Club, the members of Brand X approach shows with energy and vitality, even on those nights when the cast outnumbers the crowd.
Let's hope that'll be the exception to the rule from here on out.
Brand X has a busy weekend ahead. On Thursday, April 22, they open for Fred's Variety Group at the Way Out Club, Cherokee and Compton. On Friday and Saturday, they're back at St. John's, with a start time somewhere between 9 and 9:30 p.m. It's $5 well spent: independent, grassroots, funny.
HANGIN' ON THE TELEPHONE: Brian McKenna of WGNU (920 AM) calls in to report that the representatives of the Blues and Jack Quinn met on April 1 to discuss the latter's $1.856 million suit against the NHL team. The parties met in New York, where NHL commish Gary Bettman acted as a nonbinding arbitrator, though he wasn't able to steer the combatants toward a mutually beneficial solution. Quinn's suing the team both for unlawful termination of contract and a nondisparagement clause, with $1 million of the sum tagged to that part of the suit. Meanwhile, April 28 is the day the Blues are scheduled to pay $1.5 million to the league and the New Jersey Devils in the Scott Stevens tampering case, the very situation that caused Blues management to criticize Quinn's role in public. (At least the team's playing well!) McKenna's last scooplet is that Paul Allen, the Seattle megamoney man, is interested in buying the hockey team.
GRAPPLING FOR DOLLARS: This week, Webster University will have two things not found at St. Louis University: (1) relatively plentiful, cheap parking; and (2) professional wrestling. In what might be the greatest pairing since peanut butter met jam and decided to go steady, the students from the school's communications department are promoting "Independent Wrestling for an Independent Film."
The Midwest Renegade Wrestling (MRW) promotion will take over Grant Gymnasium on Friday, April 23, with proceeds going to help fund a handful of student-film projects. Ticket information can be found at the remarkably comprehensive MRW Web site: www.mrwwrestling. com. Though a variety of local heros make up the bulk of the MRW roster, casual fans will be drawn to the appearance of Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka, whose craggy brow, barrel chest and top-rope acrobatics were synonymous with the World Wrestling Federation in its 1980s glory days. It'll be interesting to see how the years have treated him.
See you ringside. And remember: It's all about supporting education!
B(e)SIDES: Saturday night, Linton Johnson of Channel 5 interviewed a young man about the cold weather at Hoop-It-Up. The fella was wearing a shirt that read "Hemorrhoids" on the front, "We're a pain in your a__," on the back. Could you imagine Jim Bolen, Chris Condon or Max Roby interviewing such a character? This town's going straight to hell!... The historic Carriage Bowl has signs up advertising June 5 as the date of a big farewell party. Karaoke in the house!... Q: Is there anything more entertaining than the Jim Fox column in the Suburban Journals? A: No!
HIT PARADE TOP SEVEN: The top seven local institutions that have seen better days but should still be spared the deadly Spirtas wrecking ball:
7. Avalon Cinema
6. Sporting News Building
5. Michigan Theater
4. Crystal Palace
3. Continental Building
2. 20 North
1. Skip Erwin
Thomas Crone is struggling through a bout of tendinitis in his left ankle. E-mail him your words of encouragement and well-wishes at Thomas_Crone@rftstl.com.
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