Written by Susan
Based on the March 27 – April 20,
2003 run at Rattlestick Theatre
Directed by Rosemary Katherine
Scenic Designer - David Swayze
Lighting Designer - Marcus Doshi
Sound Designer - Kai Harada
Costume Designer - Kevin C. Hucke
Production Stage Manager - April A.
Press Representative - Sam Rudy Media
(in order of
Prudence - Kristin
Dick, Ray, Danny &
Cole - Garth T. Mark
Rose Spinstarelli -
Haley - Jerusha
Florence Mancracci -
Voice Overs - Jim Conroy
Though it is being advertised as "A naughty little comedy
about a lovable nymphomaniac," DEAR PRUDENCE is actually a farce
about three roommates, a dead body, and what to do with it. Too heavy-handed
to really work, a little subtlety would have gone a long way.
This new play is comedy plus sexy spoof with some
over-done ethnic humor added to the muddled mix. Lynn Antunovich delivers a
badly exaggerated Bronx-Italian accent as the spinster-to-be, Rose
Spinstarelli. Yes, the character names are part of the gimmick here.
Luckily, she makes up in performing skills and body language what her
character lacks in verbal aptitude. The other Italians, the doomed, cannot
keep it in his pants Ray Mancracci (Garth T. Mark), and the soon to be
wealthy widow, Florence (Natasha Piletich) do little to temper the lingo,
but add a lot of the core comedy. Where then, one would wonder, does our
lovable nympho Prudence (Kristin Stewart Chase) fit in? Well, she is more of
a catalyst than a contributor.
Prudence creates the mess. The others clean it up. Upon
receipt of the news that overseas boyfriend Cole is coming to visit the
following day, dear Prudence gets so hot and bothered that she takes the
opportunity to get some relief when Ray Mancracci comes along to do some
repair work. Ray expires in the heat of passion, and all hell breaks lose.
Prudence calls fuck-buddy Dick for help and advice about moving the body,
roommate Rose calls the widow, an ex-neighbor, to break the news, and all is
fixed in the world of DEAR PRUDENCE.
There are a lot of laughs along the way, but the script
goes in too many directions to feel coherent. If it helps the potential
theater-goer to decide about DEAR PRUDENCE, there is about a five
minute topless/simulated sex scene in the very opening of the show.
- Kessa De Santis -