Two Girls, One Corpse
In Two Girls, One Corpse, Michelle Blanchard and Marissa Caldwell play “themselves” in a rather absurd whodunit comedy universe where there are two suspects, two rather inept literature-inspired detectives, two hungover twenty-somethings, and one corpse.
This piece flies by the wit of its script. The story doesn’t make a lot of sense, the exposition is a bit slow, and the acting is solid while leaving room for a few moments of weakness. Despite this, and perhaps in some part because of it, the show is very funny. All of these shortcomings are beside the point, which is ludicrous laughter
Blanchard and Caldwell have excellent comedic chemistry that’s captivating to watch. Their wonderful sense of timing while delivering punch line after punch line accentuates the ample wit contained in the one-liners. The script doesn’t force the jokes, nor is it an excuse for them, but rather they arise naturally from the interaction between this pair of characters. The precise context of their relationship and the somewhat insane lengths to which they are devoted to one another aren’t explained, but they are clear, and this makes for a number of great moments.
The performance I saw felt a bit slow off the top, as if the actors were warming into the swing of the show, but they quickly recovered as the play got underway. They soon seemed at ease, and played off one another like the old friends they are supposed to be.
The design of this show is quite basic, featuring a couch and coffee table set that gets used in a simple and natural manner. There is a very cool and evocative “wedding montage,” in which the tech takes us through the entire event in a matter of moments to return us to Blanchard’s apartment, and the true start of the play.
This play is set in a very contemporary context, which worked well for me. It’s humour, fittingly, comes from this same place, and features a tone that is equal parts mockery and veneration of established social touchstones. Hilarity ensues.