THE
KITCHEN WITCHES
by Caroline Smith
Gateway Theatre Mainstage
Richmond
April 7-23
$19-$34
604-270-1812 www.gatewaytheatre.com Artistic
director Simon Johnston of Richmond’s Gateway Theatre has
chosen to program his mainstage in a mainstream, populist fashion.
Going Arts Club Lite might pay big dividends in terms of building
a loyal audience that knows it can always expect inoffensive,
G-rated entertainment. But the danger is that it will result
in a product so watered down that the prospective audience will
choose to keep its bums in their seats on the living room couch
rather than trundle down to the theatre to see what they can
already see for free on TV.
The Kitchen Witches is in fact about reality TV: duelling female
chefs on a local cable station. It’s formulaic, silly and
superficial. The only thing distinguishing it from an actual
TV reality show is that it’s live, featuring some audience
participation—a celebrity judge—which, the night
I saw it, was the funniest thing in the show, and we get to learn
the soap opera-ish story behind the chefs’ cat fights and
the real parentage of the young male producer. But wait a minute,
we DO see and learn those kinds of things on so-called reality
television, which are also, in theory, live and feature audience
participation.
So what’s left? The quality of the acting, in the case
of the two women, is pretty good. Beverley Elliott is lively,
energetic and funny as Dolly, who at first pretends to be Ukrainian
and offers perogy recipes. Christine Lomax also does a nice job
as Isobel, affecting a British accent. In fact they’re
both local girls who went to high school together many moons
ago and shared the same guy. Their history makes the paternity
of Dolly’s son Stephen suspect. Naturally, things work
out ideally in the end, but not before sparks and various foodstuffs
fly. Unfortunately, Peter Grier’s performance as nervous,
cringing Stephen is as forced as most of the writing.
Be aware that there is a certain kind of comedy that I find
insipid and really dislike, but which audiences, bless their
hearts, turn into huge box office hits. Exhibit A: the Arts Club’s
Sexy Laundry. Hey, there’s no accounting for taste, inside
the kitchen or out.
Jerry Wasserman |