Have you ever been to the Ghent Playhouse? If you drive up Route 66, as you go over the hill (and the speed limit sharply decreases to 30), there’s a little water fountain. In front of the fountain, before you get to the Bartlett House, is the Ghent Playhouse.
I saw “Buyers and Cellar” last weekend, starring ONLY Sam Reilly – a one-man show. The show begins with a disclaimer that is it complete fiction. The premise of the play is a line or two from Barbra Streisand’s style book “My Passion for Style”. Barbra describes her house and her basement. The basement is a mock Main Street with little shoppes that store Barbra’s antiques, dolls, and other items including a yogurt and popcorn machine. The main character gets a job staffing one of the faux shoppes in Barbra Streisand’s basement. Barbra, the only client, visits maybe once a day to browse the items she already owns.
You have to just go with it, as the character does.
Sam Reilly does an amazing job, as multiple characters, including Barbra. He is the only person on stage for almost two hours – with an INSANE amount of lines to memorize!
The premise is completely bizarro-world, but at the same time, not unbelievable! I was transfixed the entire time (and I was up at 3:30am that day baking cookies).
This weekend is the last weekend, but there’s other great shows at the Ghent Playhouse coming soon.
A show like this is what you can talk about at an upcoming dinner or cocktail party! (Stay away from politics at the moment…) It’s a plot that your friends are not going to believe – and they are not going to believe that it happened in that quaint little theater house in Ghent.
“Buyers and Cellars”: This outrageously funny and irresistible one-man play from the most peculiar of fictitious premises – a struggling L.A. actor takes a job working in Barbra Streisand’s Malibu, California basement – makes for some delicious wit and insight on the solitude of celebrity, the love-hate attraction between gay men and divas, and the melancholy that lurks beneath the narcissism.