Robert Klein
Boca Black Box, Boca Raton, FL, March 28, 2018
Reviewed by Jeffrey Bruce for Cabaret Scenes
Robert Klein, master of many talents, had the capacity audience at the Black Box howling for over an hour at the last of his three performances.
A self-admitted seventy-six-year-old, he looked great and it was as though we were in a time machine. Klein did all of his “standards”: the Twilight Zone sound effects; his “I Can’t Stop My Leg…”, etc.— as well as his hysterical homage to colonoscopies …
as a ballad. Adeptly accompanied by Bob Stein, his music director of over 30 years, time did seem to stand still.
As a youngster, he was a member of the Teen Tones; they were on the Ted Mack Amateur Hour (remember that?) and, though they did a great job, unfortunately, the time slot was up against Cinderella with Julie Andrews. This did not deter him from pursuing the theater and he was soon on Broadway in The Apple Tree, and eventually was a Tony nominee for They’re Playing Our Song opposite Lucie Arnaz. He sings, he acts, he dances, and he’s a riot.
Klein works “clean.” Okay, “sort of,” but is deft in knowing his audience and has a pro’s ability to know when (or if) he’s crossing the line.
He rants against AARP as well as The Neptune Society: “They have a seventy-dollar special, the Dignity Death, where they drop you off the Triboro Bidge!” You had to be there, trust me.
A proud, though self-admitted lapsed Jew, he knew he was in Boca and played the audience as well as he played his harmonica as he accompanied himself on a terrific “Since I Fell for You.
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His finale was “Fallin'” from They’re Playing Our Song. An interesting choice, since the evening soared.
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It’s a terrific act from a seasoned pro. The old adage “They don’t make ’em like that, anymore” could not have been more obvious than on Saturday night. Great show, Bob!
