3200 N. Moon, at the Performance Loft. This improvised comedy series, which revolves around seven pals who live in the same Lakeview apartment building, isn't just another redundant exercise in twentysomething theater--it's a redundant exercise in twentysomething theater masked as a live taping of a popular sitcom. Too bad 3200 N. Moon doesn't carry its metatheatrical premise beyond the stage of taking audience suggestions--if there's anything to be learned from Behind the Music and its ilk, it's that what goes on offstage is often more interesting than what transpires on. But aside from the chaotic opening and three commercial breaks, the actors here remain in character.
While directors Tim O'Malley and Jimmy Carrane and the seven cast members have got the sitcom timing down to a T, that's the only thing they've got down in this dull production. All seven characters feel like one-dimensional variations on the same crass stereotype, and the story line I saw was perfect for an evening of Must-Not-See TV: the action centered on a mad scramble to track down a serial rapist who'd violated the meekest member of the group, a plot most networks would reject as utterly humorless. Still, the cast can't shoulder all the blame: most sitcoms aren't funny either.