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2001 Supplement
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Masters of the Craft Second City Alumni Review by William McEvoy
Watching Second City Alumni get together and jam should be on everyone’s list of life’s simple pleasures. Watching ten masters of the craft play together is a joy, and proves that the statement “all improv must fail at times” is a lie. Images that come to mind are watching veteran ballplayers at a game of pepper, or watching a master chef prepare a simple meal in his home as he carelessly and confidently knows by feel just how much paprika to add. They took a bunch of
suggestions at the top of the show, and then proceeded to perform
sketches based on the words or phrases.
For Super Bowl, we were treated to the male viewers discussing
domestic issues like how to communicate with their wives, and for
paperboy, the blind paperboy was urged to the abyss (At the Atheneum,
the stage was separated from the audience by a ten foot deep orchestra
pit, this was a literal abyss). I
was surprised at how quickly I was able to suspend my disbelief and
believe that paperboy was in trouble. The explosion of the
Hindenberg was explained: the kitchen staff left the stove on.
The phrase “porn star” actually refers to a star in the Porn
constellation, which of course leads to an alternative explanation of
the Milky Way. A suggestion
of uterus produces a scene about a post-operative hospital stand-up
show, with the surgeon and the hysterectomy patient both taking turns at
the mike. It’s sad that
these players don’t work together regularly, but heartening that
they’re spreading their talents over a wider field.
If you ever have opportunity to see a similar gathering of Second
City talent, don’t even think twice about it.
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