My overall impression
A wrought iron railing incorporating bicycle parts leads up to the raked house of the adorable Hudson Theatre, where there lies its little, but mighty open proscenium stage. Precious, sometimes jazzy flute music, sounding like the theme to a candy store, by composers Ben Phelps and John Nobori, plays before curtain. Based on an original concept by Rogue Artists’ Sean T. Cawelti, he cowrote the script with Katie Polebaum, et al, about a (literal, figurative, and otherwise) nuclear family, headed by Mr. Rogers (Guy Birtwhistle), who works for the pharmaceutical company Conservation Corporation. Not only is their house tract, their entire lives are. The family members are so perfect and well-oiled, they quite possibly poop rose pedals, and, if they don’t, there is probably a prescription they shamefully take for this condition. Part of the peroxide blonde Mrs. Rogers’ (Nina Silver) duties as wife and mother is to manage the family pill popping with a Stepford stare, especially during emergencies. The kids burst with energy and speak in sing-songy unison. The argyle-vested Dick (Michael Allen Scott) is ever eager to please, and the less capable Jane (Taylor Coffman) perks up and repeats her name whenever addressed by her moniker …
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