Karen Cole. Sixty minutes to go: 30 numbers are pinned to a clothesline, waiting to be pulled and performed in “Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind.”
On the stage, which is littered with a myriad of objects, lay paintings of Bulbasaur, Mach five insignia and less-than-chaste statements. This place isn’t for children, that’s for sure.
“Time is of the essence” is a common phrase throughout the show.
The theatre department’s season opener is pure fun from the opening of house to the end, when they are kicking you out to the song “I’m on a boat” after the 30 skits have been performed. The song itself was made famous in a Saturday Night Live skit almost as famous as “Jizz in my Pants,” which might have been slightly more appropriate.
If you want to laugh your butt off the entire time, go for scenes 14, 19, 16, 24, 30 and 27. If you want a heavy note, choose scene nine.
“The actors are incredibly enthusiastic,” sophomore Burt Murrell said. “I’ve never seen a show before.”
Thirty minutes to go, and 16 numbers remain.
The actors switch from one set to another almost seamlessly. The changes are basic, but rapid. The scatterbrained nature of the show leaves plenty of room for error — running into each other — and keeps the show entertaining.
Sophomore Colton Anderson said the show was random.
Fifteen minutes are left. Seven scenes remain, and the audience is itching to see them all, but the more it gets pelted with water, the more it wants to hear the buzzer.
The spotlights have been working, but they seem to be a touch off center for a majority of the play.
Music, the background that sets the mood, has been perfectly placed, easing into the next audio file or flipping on at just the right cue.
One minute left — there is one sign remaining, the clock is running down and the scene being performed doesn’t seem like it’s wrapping up. The question to all those watching the clock: Can they do it?
Forty seconds left and sign 28 is pulled. There isn’t much to set up, and the actors set into their different spots faster than their legs should be able to take them. By talking a mile a minute, the timer gets closer, closer and then, at exactly one hour, everything is over.