Naughty! (Inappropriate language alert...)

Naughty! is a reading of the selected works of Emmett Taylor Farkas, a failed composer who became so fed up with the fact that his shows were never produced that he abandoned them in an Hells Kitchen apartment (the exact location and description of which I won't recreate since it was quite literally and accurately, to the street, intersection and floor, describing my own. creepy). Writing shows with titles like "Wake Up Stella. We're Being Attacked by Chihuahuas." and "The Importance of Being Beaver" may not have helped your case, there, Emmett...

Emmett Taylor Farkas is, of course, fake. The danger with this sort of show is that you're purposely showcasing bad songs, and while some of these had a hilarious sort of charm about them, far too many still fall flat. The framing of the reading had the four actors (Lisa Howard, Patti Murin, Michael James Scott and Frank Vlastnik) playing versions of themselves, hinting at back stories that never come to fruition. I full expected it to come out at the end that Frank was Farkas and had created this mystery about the composer to finally get his work produced, even if in this amateur fashion, but that wasn't the case. And the actors seemed to have the same indifferent feeling about his work I did - perhaps it would have gone over better if they were overly enthusiastic about these bad songs?

Nevertheless, there were laughs to be had in this review. "When the Fireman Come" (sung by gay arsonist Beaver Cleaver) was full of hilarious innuendo, and "Who Turned Out the Lights" from "Oh, Helen!" (the musical adaptation of The Miracle Worker) had such inappropriate delight. The song I had running through my head when I left the theater, however, was "The Dutiful Struggle of the Righteous Peasant Rabbit Class to Overthrow the Capitalist Pig MacGregor or... The Tale of Peter Fucking Rabbit," a song Farkas wrote for the pageant at his homosexual anarchist lover's communist elementary school, which is an endless refrain (with spurts of narration) of:

"Shit fuck piss cunt cocksucker motherfucker tits. Oooh oooh oooh. Shit fuck piss cunt cocksucker motherfucker tits. Oooh ooooh oooh."

That's never getting out of my head. Good thing I'm not babysitting soon...