October 30 - November 23, 2008
Review by peanutduck
Heirloom gourds + beer + friendship + shorty-shorts aerobicizing = season premiere of scrumptious tossed improv salad of VERY Portland FotH. Witty cynicism, cozy cast sprinting with ridiculous mouth-fumbles. Not (yet) side-splitting as last season, but establishes characters, sets up future conflicts, whets appetite; exactly what a premiere should do.
If semi-relieved by giggle-inducing moments integral to improv, episode veered uncomfortably close to self-absorbed reality television territory. I did welcome Sam’s (Amanda Jensen) frantic return and am increasingly attached to sweetly pained Julie (Aubrey Jessen) and her noir fantasy; just wanting more through line diversity from standard 20/30-something searching-for-myself fare.
Raw, poignant prelude-to-a-date scene is why I tough-love FotH - genuine, open beats of heart-strung reality that hush audience, or, conversely, crack them up, frequently overdone or sentimentalized in film and theatre. A/A should harvest Sam’s (Jensen) freneticism, thereby solving energy crisis. Olivia’s (Thompson) absence welcome. Eagerly awaiting unicorn’s import.
No one beats FotH for timeliness, detail: continual stuffs of twentysomething and, honestly, all generations – fluid sexuality, dashing from and chasing love, loneliness and comfort … jumbled with Tetris championships (what shape tattoo would you get?), slutty evenings. Neatly wrapped cliffhangers left me curious, if dramatically wanting higher stakes, surprises.