So I go to this Santa Monica Blvd playhouse the other night to see a show called “All About Walken,” one of those wacky low-rent productions wherein they’ve amassed a number of actors, all of whom do truly amazing impressions of actor Christopher Walken. To no one’s surprise they kind of do them in ascending quality order, you know, the “worst” first and work their way up. A couple sketches , one of a phone operator talking to someone with a bad connection was pretty amusing, each actor doing a solid Walken. All pretty standard stuff and quite entertaining.
Anyway, at show’s end, they all come out onstage and hold hands, bow, soak in the generous applause and that’s when it happened: the actual Christopher Walken walks out from behind them!! The place goes NUTS!! Judging by the shocked reaction of the actors, I don’t even think they had a clue this was going to happen. (Must have been arranged by the theatre on the down low; that’s all I can figure.) Anyway, it truly made for a madcap evening, right up until the moment Walken pulled out a revolver and shot himself like his character does at the end of “The Deer Hunter.”
What a bummer.
BILL
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