BY BOB CURTRIGHT
April 15, 2015 02:47 PM
“The Big Bang,” now at Roxy’s Downtown, is a scream – often of hilarity, but occasionally of shock and awe in the vein of “oh, no, they didn’t just go there” – as Kyle Vespestad and John Bates camp and cavort their way through the entire history of civilization from the Garden of Eden to Woodstock in a breezy 90 minutes or so.
The show is very, very funny a la Monty Python or Mel Brooks (in his musical mode of “The Producers” or “Young Frankenstein”) with clever lyrics from Boyd Graham and bouncy, Broadway-lite music by Jed Feuer (the same guys who dared to musicalize Paul Bartel’s cult film “Eating Raoul” about love, jealousy, murder and cannibalism).
Consider Adam and Eve bragging about “Free Food and Frontal Nudity” before getting tripped up by a snake. Or Roman senators complaining about “Caesar, that crazy old geezer,” or the warning to “Eat your Wheaties if You Want to Work at Nefertiti’s.”
The music, ranging from upbeat to ballad to calypso, is given a fluid and lush interpretation by music director Rich Bruhn, who accompanies the duo at a grand piano and electronic keyboard in full view of the audience.
It’s a prop-heavy, slapstick farce where two overeager – make that desperate – would-be playwrights are…