BWW Reviews: Marriage Really Cracks Me Up

What do you get when an engaged couple on the brink of getting married runs out of money to accommodate its extravagant wedding plans, and to fix this problem decides to sell cocaine to an addict in a sleazy hotel room? Wait, that's not all. The addict then inexplicably kills himself and leaves behind a mess that has far more dire consequences than the choice to sell cocaine to fund a wedding that wouldn't be complete without the blessed ice sculptures. Obviously, this is an easy one, as not many plots are this exhilarating. You get Panic at the Riverside Motel, a comedic drama that is currently gracing the stage at the Stage IV Theatre and making audiences laugh and squirm uncomfortably at the same time.

BWW Reviews: Marriage Really Cracks Me UpWritten by Brooklyn-born playwright John Pastore and directed by Maria Riboli, Panic is everything that a play should be: the plot is incredibly in-your-face with its witty storyline that has every chance of being a murder-mystery, yet instead becomes comedic as the truth of what happened in that dingy hotel room is twisted and distorted to the point of absurdity. Just think along the lines of Heller's Catch-22 and Toole's A Confederacy of Dunces to give you an idea of the dark humor to be found in Pastore's play. Saying this, the characters are all over the place both physically and mentally: while husband and wife are adamant in escaping the trouble they are only partially responsible for, others like Billy, the bride-to-be's record holding brother, and the detective assigned to investigate the crime put forth by the Riverside Motel's supposedly sketchy and unreliable manager, become a part of this menagerie to make things better, but only end up complicating everything.

This is meant to be funny, though, as the two accidental killers are inexperienced, the detective keeps having to explain to those he interrogate that this is, indeed, not his fist day on the job, and the hotel manager somehow goes from the sole witness of the crime committed in that room to a psychotic man who enjoys watching kinky goings-on in his hotel rooms. Nevertheless, this plot revolves around the effects of a suicide, and how each character steps up to deal with the situation at hand by having his or her opinion heard really shapes this play into the masterpiece that it is.

Panic literally begins with a bang - a gunshot fired followed by a body sinking to the floor, inert and lifeless as a shocked couple covered in blood begins to scream and quite literally "panic.". Kaitlin (played by Olivia Rose Barresi) and Jake (Michael Orlandi) argue over everything that comes to mind at that moment: why the couple started selling cocaine to pay for the lavish wedding Kaitlin has in mind, how inadequate Jake's parents are for not offering to pay for any of it, and why, in God's name, are numerous ice sculptures really needed to impress the wedding guests. Finally, Kaitlin agrees to call her brother, Billy (Thom Christensen), who already has a record and has become the couple's "dead body" guy, who comes in to efficiently take care of the situation. When the manager (well done, Mr. Tom Cappadona) knocks on the door to investigate the massive amounts of yelling and fighting going on in room 105, he becomes the only witness to a crime that, in their chaos, the threesome barely makes any pains to conceal. This later brings in Detective Miller (Tom Burka), who distorts the entire account of what happened and creates so many different scenarios and theories as to what happened between the couple and its accomplice (all of whom he believes to be Mexicans) that his enigmatic mind gradually becomes the play's second center of focus. With all the evidence pointing to the trio of Kaitlin, Jake and Billy, the crime is almost too easily solved - that is, until the Detective needs to get out of his own mess!BWW Reviews: Marriage Really Cracks Me Up

Panic at the Riverside Motel, despite its fundamentally serious nature, is really one of those simple, comedic, entertaining "feel-good" shows that is versatile enough to have its own musical repertoire, if Pastore ever chose to make this into a musical. It's funny, sexy, and just absurd enough to make everything said and every argument put forward crazy enough to sound rational. Yes, Detective Miller is an experienced and cognizant member of the force, but unfortunately does not understand his own emphasis he places on the presence of evidence. Just when he has the answer, he suddenly remembers another fact, and vehemently sticking to his guts, distorts the entire situation. Why does Kaitlin have the dead man's license in her bra? She wanted to figure out why Alex decided to shoot himself in front of the couple who was to sell him $50,000 worth of cocaine. A touching moment, yes, but when the Detective pulls that same license out of Billy's back pocket, it becomes the trio's means of escape instead of the sole piece of evidence that would land them all in prison.

There are so many different twists and turns that each character brings about, and it's really one of those stories that takes the presen situation and questions what can come next, not what should. Even though the plot is laid out and made pretty straightforward to the audience, Pastore did not write a play whose storyline simply goes from Point A to Point B. Instead, he takes each circumstance and makes it a general rule to have it end with the least obvious result, leading to a sequence of events that can seemingly go on forever. How can Kaitlin, Jake and Billy escape the motel room unseen when they have tied their hostage to the bed? They simply agree with the Detective that this man must be the sex fiend they have all heard him to be. How does the couple refute the Detective's conjecture that the three of them were in the motel room that night, based solely on the "incorrect" determination that the couple that did check in, who is also getting married next week at the Parkview Terrace with ice sculptures scheduled to make an appearance, is Mexican? The audience's responsibility during this show is simply to go along with the crazy ride that is Panic at the Riverside Motel, and just assume that there is a way out of every misfortune that comes about.

This show guarantees a good time because of how naturally these characters interact with one another, how funny and perfect the acting is, how appropriately simple and fitting is the setting, and just to figure out why there is a spot of shit on the motel wall. Really...isn't that worth it alone?

BWW Reviews: Marriage Really Cracks Me UpPanic at the Riverside Motel began its run on January 15th, and performances will continue thru February 8th. Stage IV Theatre is located at 300 West 43rd Street, 4th floor; it is an intimate venue in the heart of Times Square, which is a welcome rarity. The performance schedule is as follows: Tuesdays thru Thursdays at 7:00 p.m., Fridays and Saturdays at 8:00 p.m. and Sundays at 3:30 p.m. The running time is approximately 90 minutes with one very brief intermission.

Tickets are $25 and may be purchased by calling (866) 811 - 4111 or by visiting http://web.ovationtix.com/trs/pr/929396. To check out the show's website, visit panicattheriversidemotel.com

Enjoy the show!

Photo Credit: Laura DiCerto

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Kristen Morale Kristen is a recent graduate of both St. Francis College and Hunter College, with degrees in English and Musical Theatre. She enjoys going to Broadway - actually, any show, and especially loves musicals; The Phantom of the Opera and Les Miserables are among her favorite. She continues to pursue her interest in singing and acting by performing in community theatre productions in her hometown of Brooklyn whenever possible, and by continuing with her training does she hope to find her true passion in life; so long as it revolves around theatre will she be happy.