Bed? Check. Piles of rumpled clothing? Check. Panda masks and Lincoln fanfiction? Yes.
This play, well, moreover a series of a dozen or so vignettes pertaining to goings-on in the boudoir, definitely plays. Billed as ‘an original comedy,’ hookups meets the preconception of its subject matter and fortuitously surpasses low-brow raunchiness in favor of more wit and creativity. Yes, you will see scantily clad bodies in bed and witness the sporadic jab at religious or political conservatism, but the real fun in hookups is when the lights lift for a new scene and the audience gets to “name that tune” (or errrrr, the characters) in as few lines as possible.
The scenes have little connection to one another other than the never-ending use of the inflatable mattress and flawless delivery of well-conceived lines by the five Greek chorus-like members: James Bascomb, Kevin Bunge, Arielle Hader, Rachel Pfennigwerth, and Leigh Steiner. Since some of the lines were so uproariously funny, I would have liked it if the cast had allowed a few milliseconds for the audience’s laughter to die down before the continuing ‘trippingly on the tongue’ so that none of the shrewd lines were lost.
Most of the scenes hit, a few miss, and some come to a draw, but overall the play is worthy of your time if you don’t blush easily. Like a Chinese fortune cookie, I forecast, “Good times will be had by all.”
Running time: 67 minutes.
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