There are exhibits so delightfully sudden that you simply hesitate, when writing about them, to provide something away. “Bill’s 44th” is a type of — a poignant, comedian puppet play for grown-ups a few party whose visitors fail to look.
Perhaps they’d been to one among Bill’s shindigs earlier than. They might need anticipated the forlorn tray of crudités, with celery sticks browning at the ends. Or foreseen that he would spike the punch to near-lethal ranges, then need to bust some disco strikes. With his bald papier-mâché head and thick Tom Selleck mustache, Bill is just not, fact be instructed, the suavest of males.
He is, nevertheless, enormously endearing, particularly in his jaunty celebration hat. And in Dorothy James and Andy Manjuck’s “Bill’s 44th,” which had a short reside (and live-streamed) run final week at Dixon Place and is streaming on demand beginning Tuesday, he’s sweetly keen — impatient, even — to fill his solitary residence with camaraderie and celebration.
But in a wordless piece that’s as a lot about the ingenuity of the thoughts as it’s about loneliness, getting ditched is just not such a formidable impediment to having firm — not as soon as the boozy punch kicks in and Bill’s creativeness cuts free.
All head and torso, Bill has a middle-aged paunch that strains at his sweater. The remainder of his physique is constructed on an phantasm. The palms that emerge from his cuffs belong to James and Manjuck; his legs are Manjuck’s. His isolation, in the meantime, belongs to all of us: our pre-vaccine pandemic selves, having to make do for therefore lengthy with out the folks we wished would encompass us.
Let me cease proper right here and let you know that this not-quite-hourlong present is buoyant, mesmerizing, joy-inducing — and that I’m about to wreck a few of its extra winsome visible surprises, which you would possibly desire to not see coming. Should you learn the remainder of this assessment? Maybe not, in case you’re planning to look at “Bill’s 44th.”
Because that is additionally a present about the nature of puppetry, and puppets, it seems, are throughout us. That tray of crudités? Bill rustles via the carrot sticks and finds the makings of a cheery orange buddy he dubs Cary. With drawn-on eyes and smiling mouth, this can be a visitor for Bill to clink plastic cups with. Soon the celebration balloons get faces, too, and social dynamics come into play. It’s solely when Cary turns human-size that issues get actually wild, although, and Bill has a associate to bounce with. (Jon Riddleberger rounds out the wonderful group of puppeteers.)
With jazzy music by Eamon Fogarty and dreamy lighting by M. Jordan Wiggins, “Bill’s 44th” plunges its viewers totally right into a fantasy that, for all its silliness, leads its hero via cussed hope and bitter disappointment towards a sense of consolation in his personal pores and skin and an awakening to the world round him.
This isn’t the birthday that Bill had hoped to have. But for the viewers, his 44th is a present.
Available on demand June Eight-15; dixonplace.org