I didn’t know what to expect out of The Last Straight Man in Theatre, but it’s certainly not what I got – and that’s a good thing. Kurt Fitzpatrick’s one-man show was like seeing a sketch comedy troop, but all the characters are played by the same guy. Fitzpatrick creates a range of fun characters, from Miss Marie, the sassy black diner waitress to Guardino, the Venezuelan male prostitute.
He interacts with projections of pre-filmed versions of his characters, perfectly timing his responses and keeping the audience on their toes by switching characters mid-scene. The group of people he portrays all live in a wacky, weird town where everyone is a little lonely and a cat of enormous proportions is on the loose.
