Backdoor Theatre presents, for one day only, April 1, 2002

Moolah Rouge

 

The exciting and poignant story of a cosmetics salesman, obsessed with money, who finds true love in a dark, crowded, sensuous theatre. But there is tragedy: the object of his affection belongs to another, and he is dying of pruruitus ani, a rare theatrical disease.

If not overwhelmed by the lavish set, you'll be stunned by the incredible acting and directing of this critically acclaimed script. You'll be treated to the working on the setheights of insanity and the depths of the earth. The special effects will astound you -- you'll feel rain, wind, fire and excessive perfume.

Here, volunteers work on the spectacular set of Moolah Rouge. The set is so elaborate that only twelve seats remain in the theatre. They are expected to go fast, so call for reservations now.

The cast:

Christian - Larry Sharp
Sastine - Oliver Sharp
Zidler - John Cartwright
the Bat - William Payne
Duke Montoth - John Wayne

directed by Traffique Copp

"You want me to show you how to apply that makeup, darling?"
 

Scene opens in downtown Paris, with a strange looking little theatre crammed into a small slum area. Lights proclaim the current act: Moolah Rouge, a rock group with identity confusion issues and a painful need for a better makeup provider. The drummer, Gare "Duke" Montoth, stumbles out of the lobby in confusion. He is helped to his feet by Sastine, who offers him a drink of straight bourbon.

"Want some bourbon, honey?" she offers through a broad smile.

"OK," mumbles Christian.

Just then, Zidler appears incongruously and offers to marry them in an impromptu ceremony. They wave him away, just as a cosmetics salesman appears, reeking of cheap perfume.

"Christian's the name, Rouge is my game," he announces with a flourish. "You could use new lipstick, sir. On special, today only..."

Lightning flashes, a fluorescent bat with blonde highlights appears, and suddenly they are transported to the depths of the earth. Nobody seems to mind.

"I can't pay the rent," protests Sastine.

"You must pay the rent," demands Zidler. The Duke is unimpressed, as always, and uses a program to light his cigar.

Christian falls to his knees. " Would you accept payment in mascara, sir?" Sastine whirls to face him, a new affection in her eyes.

Zidler considers this for a moment. "No. But do you have that new foundation that Revlon makes? Do you think it might soften my rough countenance?"

Sastine smiles adoringly at Christian, purses her lips, and strikes a dancing pose. The case is opened with a flourish, and the music begins...
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