

Now in its fourth installation, the world championship of humping air kicks off Wednesday with a preliminary round at Republic, one of a select locations in U.S. cities where the city's finest can show how it's done, on stage.
Think air guitar, but with doin' it.
Air Sex, founded in 2009 by New Orleans comic Chris Trew, hosts preliminary rounds from New York to San Francisco in search of the nation's finest air doers, but it kicks off in New Orleans. (Watch Trew introduce the event to Oxygen's Bad Girls Club.)
The rules are simple: you get two minutes to perform your Air Sex routine, which can be straight-forward or may include the date, the opening to the boudoir, etc. Participants should email an MP3 of a selected track (or bring a CD), and you also may include an up to 30-second prelude. Wear costumes, use a stage name, don't be a big creep, and props and teams are OK, too — visit Air Sex's YouTube for an idea of what to expect, or do.
The three selected finalists will compete at the regional championships and may go on to compete in the national championships in Austin, Texas.
Air Sex preliminary rounds being 9 p.m. Wednesday, May 23 at Republic (828 S. Peters St.).
We got a press release about the recent Friars Club roast of Betty White, which featured a cake in the actress' image constructed by TLC's Cake Boss.
It was an impressive piece of pastry, but it didn't really look much like Ms. White. It did, however, look a lot like local actor Ricky Graham, who is starring in Shirley Valentine at Southern Rep. Consider:



The Big Easy Foundation sponsors the Big Easy Awards for music and theater as well as Tribute to the Classical Arts. Proceeds from those events support foundation grants.
New Orleanians may remember the theater piece Darwin the Dinosaur, produced by the local dance company CORBiAN Visual Arts & Dance. (Previewed here in Gambit.) It seems that some configuration of that company and the work impressed the judges on America's Got Talent last night. Howard Stern even waxed sappy and patriotic. More to come.

NOLA Project is once again spinning its magic in an outdoor setting. Shakespeare’s comedy As You Like It (in the Sydney and Walda Besthoff Sculpture Garden at the New Orleans Museum of Art) is perfectly suited to trees and starlight since much of the play takes place in the mythical Forest of Arden. The audience sits on the grass. Actors never strain to be heard and are clearly audible.
The play starts in the court of Duke Frederick (Jim Wright), who usurped the dukedom of his brother Duke Signor (Kris Shaw) and banished him. Signor is biding his time in Arden, trying to demonstrate, as he puts it, “sweet are the uses of adversity.” Rosalind, his daughter, has been allowed by Frederick to remain in his court, because she is cousin and best friend of Frederick’s daughter Celia (Kate Kuen).
In a wrestling match, young Lord Orlando (Michael Krikorian) miraculously defeats the ferocious Charles (Jason Kirkpatrick). He also falls in love with Rosalind (Kathlyn Carson). His love would be requited except fate intervenes. His embittered elder brother Oliver (Michael Aaron Santos) badgers him into exile.
Lady Day at Emerson’s Bar and Grill by Lanie Robertson shows us the great and tragic vocalist Billie Holiday in the final days of her career. The show is simple but by no means easy to do. It’s basically a monologue woven around some of Holiday’s famous hits.
Director Tommye Myrick staged an excellent production of this biography at JuJu Bag Cafe, an attractive little cabaret space on Franklin Avenue. John Grimsley designed the 1950s nightclub with a standup microphone, flanked by a bar and a three-piece band.
After the band plays a few numbers, Buster the Emcee (Bobbie Johnson) announces Lady Day, who does not appear. Finally, he goes back stage to get her. Holiday (Sharon Martin) is drunk. She goes to the onstage bar, where club owner Emerson (Alton Smith) fills her glass. Playing a drunk is a fine line and Martin walked it with assurance. She was simultaneously charming and pitiful. She sang beautifully and she has an unusual timbre in her voice that suggests Billie’s distinct, haunting lilt.
Pearl Cleage’s Blues For an Alabama Sky, recently given a forceful production at the Anthony Bean Community Theater, both celebrates and mourns Harlem of the Great Depression.
Blues singer Angel Allen (Inas Mahdi) is the tragic heroine of the story. She is staggering home dead drunk at 3 a.m., assisted by her friend Guy Jacobs (Anthony Bean) and another man. Angel has just been fired from her steady gig at a nightclub after cursing out her Italian Mafioso sugar daddy for dumping her for someone else.
Guy takes her in. He’s a gay costume designer, and his dream is to work with Josephine Baker, who has taken Paris by storm. He’s been sending Baker some of his creations and hoping for a reply that will be his ticket to fame and fortune. A picture of Baker hanging on Guy’s wall like a tutelary deity dominates the set. The 1930s are evident in telling details, from popular music of the day to Bean’s zoot suits and conked hair. Guy tells Angel he’ll take her with him to Paris.
We’ve come a long way, baby! Or maybe not. Many classic Greek tragedies are built around grotesque family entanglements. So is David Caudle’s Visiting Hours, currently receiving its world premiere at Mid-City Theatre. Visiting Hours launches dysfunction into 21st century Florida — with a pair of lesbian lovers and their criminal son.
The play is neither especially foul-mouthed or cynical. It’s a drama built on the feelings of real characters and the story is credible although it echoes absurd news stories that leave you scratching your head.
Marian (Becki Davis) and Beth (Tari Hohn) are longtime lovers. Marian was married previously and had a child, Paul (Nick Thompson), but the father left her.
Paul grew up, left home and has been out of touch with his lesbian parents for more than two years. We gather he’s been a small time crook and caused considerable trouble. Marian and Beth have gone just about broke paying his debts. Fortunately, a boozy friend Nat (Becky Allen) took them in and they live in a garage rent-free.

What would Alice make of this Wonderland? Hard to tell. Alice is an innocent little girl, and ArtSpot Production’s Kiss Kiss Julie, currently running at the Joan Mitchell Center, is anything but innocent. Or perhaps, it expands “innocence” to include exploration of all manner of intimacies.
Lisa D’Amour is credited as the playwright, but exactly what’s written is hard to tell. There appears to be much improvisation within a prearranged structure.
Kiss begins in a large barroom, where the audience sits at tables as though in a cabaret. There are several odd devices with miniature windows. People are encouraged to pick a partner and stare at each other through the windows while holding hands through other openings in the boxes. While awaiting the start of the show, a cowboy — actually a woman with a mustache — calls for volunteers to do a line-dance, letting everyone know audience participation is part of the evening.
While Southern Rep's production of A Streetcar Named Desire has added a performance due to crowds and great reviews (read Will Coviello's take here), a reimagined staging begins previews tomorrow night at the Broadhurst Theater on Broadway. This version features a black cast led by Blair Underwood as Stanley ... but not Stanley Kowalski:
Underwood views his Stanley—in this show, the Polish last name Kowalski will be dropped—as a man-child, and the actor has clearly worked hard to reconcile his character's obvious failings with Underwood's natural sympathy for anyone he plays: "I do like Stanley very much. I don't like what he does. He's a flawed person, to say the least."
More from The Village Voice's Michael Musto:
As you know, Tennessee Williams' culture-clash classic A Streetcar Named Desire is coming to Broadway any moment now, featuring a cast of color. Well, at a Drama Desk panel discussion at Sardi's the other day, Blair Underwood—who's playing the old Brando role, the brutish Stanley Kowalski—said he's just Stanley now."Do I look Polish?" he cracked to host Elyssa Gardner from USA Today.
Underwood went on to reveal: "We got permission from the Tennessee Williams estate to take out the 'Kowalskis'."
What's more interesting (to me, at least) is that this new Streetcar features music by the great Terence Blanchard. It runs for 16 weeks only, so if you want to see it, plan your trip to New York now.