Dallas — One of the things Kevin Howard, who has brought back his troupe Queertown back from a 12-year slumber for a limited run at Stomping Ground told me in our preview interview was “Hopefully, our audiences can relate to something in the show whether they are straight, gay, young, old, pretty or ugly.”
But what I liked best about Christmas In Queertown is how unapologetically gay it was, and how unapologetically raunchy it was. It’s NOT for everybody: prudes, homophobes, goody two-shoes, and moralists, y’all can stay home and watch Dorf on Golf.
For the rest of us, we’ll enjoy the in-your-face comedy that makes Queertown not only great but right at home at Stomping Ground.
The show was a mix of sketch and improv, and their sketches, while covering a lot of ground, tended towards short and punchy. I liked a recurring bit with a semi-surprise ending about how knowledgeable gays are about important household matters (the gay guru in this case being played by Paul J. Williams, who reminded me of a taller Colin Mochrie), an alphabet poem for new times (“L is for lesbian, women’s romance/M is for metrosexual, straight men in tight pants”) done by Kristin McCollum, and a particularly prescient sketch about the weird curiosity and nervous glee some straight folks act out on when they meet a gay couple.
I reckon Queertown endeavors to appeal to more than just comedy nerds, but their improv bits, while perfectly cromulent, were all short form games improv fans have seen thousands of times. A couple of twists on the old formats would’ve been welcome—if we can’t count on Queertown to subvert forms, who can we trust?
Speaking of “thousands of times,” if I see one more skit, joke, tweet, one-liner, or song where the thrust of it is, “people sure are glued to their phones these days,” I’m going to tune it out with my phone, but yes, Queertown had such a sketch.
Never mind that. The good stuff was so good, and the pitches that missed the strike zone were rare. It was a show of great joy, energy, and love. As much as I laughed, I said “hell yeah” to myself almost as much. Here’s hoping it won’t be 12 years until we get to see them again.