Stacie Koby
Committed
The Duplex, NYC, March 28, 2015
Reviewed by Rob Lester for Cabaret Scenes
Her musical theater voice could thrill, be shrill, or chill down to Disney Princess mode. Stacie Koby has pipes, pizzazz, prowess…. and problems. Personal problems paraded pluckily as prime presentations, the “act”’s centerpiece, are forcefully shoved in our laps, with some lapses of taste (like over-use of four-letter words in patter and song lyrics, like a “Lullabye” with vitriol towards a non-sleeping child, positioned as “understandable” parental frustration). Her shtick, seemingly based on truth: She over-worries/over-thinks everything. Manic musings meander through men, marriage, motherhood and miseries. Soon, tales of O.C.D. are T.M.I. and not so L.O.L., as she describes the journey to being a mom in sit-com scenarios from sex on (fertility) schedule to labor, becoming, well, laborious.
Opening by professing “I’m Not Crazy,” she chatters on about just how darn (not her word) nutty she is, initially affable as self-deprecation can be. Singing is as strong as personality, often goosebump-worthy.
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But it’s diminishing returns as she keeps returning to comfort zones of discomfort, the “Aren’t-I-adorable” frantic female whose long-suffering husband she frets will leave her.
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Lisa Moss directs, keeping things moving briskly, presumably reigning in a loose cannon off her meds who has more potential and talent.