Duo a Go Go, at ImprovOlympic. It may not be worth a special trip, but you could do worse than cap off a post-Wrigley evening with a beer and Duo a Go Go. ImprovOlympic alums Laurel Coppock and Bobby Mort have woven together an untaxing hour of sketches: a grim caped crusader learns to lighten up during an old-fashioned girls' night in; a couple argues about the ethics of keeping a baseball bat in the house while burglars wreak havoc downstairs; and the ten-minute cleaners, two fast-talking porcelain scrubbers, hawk their skills Popeil-style: "We once found a baby behind a toilet...and raised it."
In appearance and demeanor, Mort puts one in mind of Richard Kind in his youthful improv days. And Coppock has a funny girl's ability to make you forget her beauty while wielding it effectively. Under the direction of Abby Sher, they don't give us anything we haven't seen before but make safe choices, relying on our Second City conditioning to get predictable laughs.
After a short break, Duo a Go Go is followed by Bevy, an improv troupe of nine women. Like summer-camp skits on parents' day, their sketches seem to be enormous fun for the performers, but for us they're too abstruse and tedious to justify the layover--notwithstanding the girl from a family whose policy it is to call things out.