Wednesday, September 20, 2006

We were Mortified!

If you could pay $15 to laugh nearly nonstop for 90-some minutes at touching yet hilarious childhood moments, would you bite? Amy and I did tonight at the latest installment of "Mortified," now produced in five cities across the U.S. (She first heard about it on an episode of public radio's "This American Life.") Think of it as adolescent reality stand-up comedy. The entire show consists of people reading from their childhood journals, diaries, essays, school assignments, and even pass-'em-under-the-desk notes. Some embarrassment and lots of hilarity ensue. Here in NYC, it's hosted at the Tank, a small black-box theater on Church Street in Tribeca. We missed out earlier this summer, but made it in tonight, which turned out to be another sold out show. It was strangely therapeutic, and full of ample late-'80s/early-'90s cultural references: "Ice, Ice Baby," "OPP," Cabbage Patch Dolls, and "Family Ties." And priceless lines like: "She won't save enough to go on the Florida trip. She'll probably blow all her babysitting money on gum." Also, mad props for the resurrection of the term "like-like"—as in, "Do you like-like Jimmy?"—in the show's program handouts.

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