Each year for the last 32, Consort, sponsored by the Hospital Auxiliary Society, has put on a farce. The population of Consort is 722 (thank you, Wikipedia) and if you aren't acting, you are doing something toward the evening. This year money raised will be designated for purchasing equipment and supplies for long term care residents and staff.
The play, itself, was delightful because I knew what to expect, a farce, set in New York and featuring the requisite misunderstandings. The local actors do an admirable job; in places reminiscent of Harvey Corman in the Carol Burnett Show, one of them would crack up the rest of the cast.
No spoilers but the finale involved everyone scratching and rushing for the shower. When they reappeared, the policeman wore a toga, one of the other men was swathed in a gigantic towel and another had leopard print underwear. The women wore various bathrobes. The misunderstandings were finally cleared up and the lights went down.
Kudos, Consort. An entirely enjoyable evening for a wonderful cause.
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