note: entire contents copyright 2006 by Beverly Creasey
I’ve never had any luck with plants. Either I over water or I forget them entirely. I even assassinated a philodendron because I didn’t notice it had entwined its little leaves around a shade pull. The shade went up and the poor philodendron was summarily hanged. After that I forswore plants of any kind. Strange as it may seem, horticulturally speaking, I missed the actual plant in Animus Ensemble’s LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS (at the BCA through Oct. 21st). They’ve found a fabulous human replacement in Neil Graham but the show just isn’t as zany without the thriving, expanding puppet-plant.
The death toll is no longer funny without it. I’ve seen LITTLE SHOP many times but not until this time did I see the parallels with SWEENEY TODD. The show is so much more menacing this way—which is perhaps what director John Ambrosino intended.
Suffice it to say, Animus has a treasure in Erin Tchoukaleff (as Audrey, beloved of Christian Kiley’s nerdy Seymour) and a trove in Jim Jordan (as a multitude, but best of all as the diabolical, gas guzzling dentist.). Here’s to Animus for trying new approaches to old musicals.