Holy Shit! | Performing Arts Review | Chicago Reader

The show's called Holy Shit!, but it's actually the conventional sort: 20 skits that stink. Granted, some aren't absolutely horrible. One nice bit involves a woman who gets sexually aroused whenever she hears Italian food names pronounced just so. But that's allowed to fall apart. Likewise a potentially sweet piece about a little girl whose guardian angel is Andre the Giant. Others--particularly a running antigag in which karaoke singers commit suicide--succeeded only in making me wonder what 5 & Dime and director Don Hall thought they were doing. In this show, if it isn't a terrible idea in concept, it's sure to become one in performance. One comfort: some day the vivid Molly Hale may look back on all this and laugh. Through 6/9: Fri 10:30 PM, Apollo Theater studio, 2540 N. Lincoln, 773-935-6100, $8-$10.

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