Sound system fails ‘Best Little’
To fully enjoy “Best Little Whorehouse in Texas,” patrons need to bring two things to Baton Rouge Little Theater. The first is a tolerance for bawdiness. The second is earplugs.
There are plenty of sparkling singing and dancing performances for the properly prepared theater patron to enjoy. One can hope that BRLT will adjust the volume so the former can be better enjoyed.
Celeste Veillon is the star of this story, guest directed by Philip Mann, about a bordello called the Chicken Ranch that operated for decades as an open secret in the fictional town of Gilbert near Texas’ capital city, Austin. Veillon portrays Mona Stangley, who now owns and runs the establishment after once having worked there. She runs a tight ship, takes good care of her girls and maintains a cozy relationship with Sheriff Ed Earl Dodd (played by Kevin Harger), which helps keep the illegal operation under the radar until a pompous, crusading TV personality, Melvin P. Thorpe (Phil Blanchard) makes a big issue of it.
Veillon is a great Miss Mona, and she is the axis around which most of the large cast revolves, many of them doing double or triple duty. Notable individual performances come from Timothy Callais in several dancing roles; Cliff Thompson, who partly narrates, through speaking and singing, as local newspaper editor Edsel Mackey; Rosalind Reynard as Mona’s assistant; Jeff Williams as the local mayor, state senator and, for a moment, as a really ugly woman; and Emily Wright, as the shy girl who is new to the profession.
As well, there are plenty of dance numbers involving the nine girls at Miss Mona’s and nine men portraying the Texas A&M football team, whose good season earns them a night at the Chicken Ranch.
The sexual pantomiming in these dance routines are a bit raunchier than regular BRLT patrons have seen on this stage. While it seems superfluous to give a coarseness advisory for a show that has whorehouse in its title, consider yourselves advised.
There is no hesitancy, however, in issuing the following observation: This is the worst sound management a BRLT musical has had in at least the past 10 years. Had it only been the occasional failure of microphones to work, which hindered a few songs, it would be no big deal.
It was the opposite problem that, on Saturday, ruined Reynard’s “Twenty-Four Hours of Lovin.’” Reynard has a powerful voice — perhaps so much so that she needs no microphone at all. Certainly, the audience didn’t need her high notes amplified to the point of causing pain, which is what happened. Unfortunately, her duet with Veillon suffered the same problem. Veillon has a superior voice, not only in terms of strength and tone but also texture, but it’s hard to appreciate nuance when it requires fingers in the ears just to listen.





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Wednesday, Apr 30, 2008
9:46 AM