Picture yourself a 20-something secular humanist, liberal in politics and agnostic in religion. In other words, a 2010 Everyman, smug and complacant and oh so typical.
But now imagine that your penis has a mind of its own. Or as Woody Allen once pointed out, “when the blood rushes to your penis, it leaves your brains behind.”
Now furthermore imagine that your penis has its own personality (perverse) and indeed it has taken its own name. In fact, let’s give the right honorable member the name “Manfred,” for that’s what playwright T. Tyler (nom de plume?) names the “Christian penis” in this play. Now confront the fact also that your Manfred is a gay-bashing, tea bagging right-wing fundamentalist and (no real surprise here) a possibly self-loathing gay penis to boot, worried aplenty about going to Hell for its irrepressible homoerotic impulses.
Now we have the high-concept of this 75-minute comedy (at least twice as long as this modest premise might safely allow.) But as these things often go, the playwright’s imperative must evidently have been the notion that longer is better. True, there are a few frankly funny moments thanks to several in the cast who pull out all the stops, but, in the end, My Christian Penis cries out for circumcision.
Manfred’s host (Matthew Ward) is wise enough to despise his wanton Manfred (voiced plaintively with singsong determination by David Berkenbilt.) whose hijinks land him in jail, and, later, gets him thrown into a psych ward. Nick Hanson is effective as a kind of penile cheering-section as is Stephen Brady in one role as a right-wing TV personality who warns of gay seduction.
Later on, two cavemen and one cave-woman listen raptly to Manfred’s discourse about moral codes and salvation and the doctrine of original sin. Remember that Manfred is a right-wing fundamentalist who contends that society went to rack and ruin with contraception and socialism. “The liberals would have aborted Jesus,” he swears, also predicting that liberals are surely about to take away that great phallic extension for the NRA – guns. The show closes with a series of taunts to right-wing radio personality Dr. Laura Schlesinger whose broadcasts frequently cite Leviticus 18:22 to claim that homosexuality is an abomination.
“We would like to thank the Capital Fringe Festival for existing and allowing artists to express all sorts of crazy stuff,” declare the producers in the playbill and director and Fringe-first-timer Lauryn McCarter admits she “has yet to direct a show that will not embarrass” her mother.
My Christian Penis
by T. Tyler
directed by Lauryn McCarter
reviewed by David Hoffman
Running time: 75 minutes
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