Buck Creek Players
Directed by Parrish Williams
This country-western gothic comedy introduced me to playwright Jane Martin (Talking With..., Keely and Du), who apparently is best known for not being known. Martin is suspected to be a pseudonym for a male Kentucky playwright. Here she/he writes women very well and makes "hick" stereotypes believable, even honorable. I could stretch it and say that the small-town Wyoming sisters depicted represent the struggle by women to overcome male domination, but the real breakthrough in this play is that they talk and act like real sisters. They are curt in their criticisms, undying in their loyalty and tied at the wit. While displaying a zeal for butchery to rival the Coen Brothers, Big 8 and Shirl roll with some big punches: the appearance of a never-heard-of, lip-pierced daughter-in-law, a boyfriend's betrayal and a homicidal attack. Sunday's small audience, mostly gray-haired couples, seemed to enjoy Flaming Guns, but I can imagine a rowdier Mass Avenue crowd filling the Franklin Township playhouse and hooting for the play's grisly humor and playful sexiness. Director Parrish Williams, who also directed BCP's How I Learned to Drive in 2003, wisely nabbed Jolene Mentink Moffatt and Kimberly Ruse from that show, plus Pete Lindblom as a dumb blonde cowboy, Paul Hansen as a lovable gullible sheriff, and Carrie Schlatter as the late night intruder that starts all the trouble. Through Oct. 18; 862-2270, www.buckcreekplayers.org.