Together at Last Pandemic Mania
Together at Last catches the mania produced by the pandemic. In one sketch, a woman clutches a baby with ferocious protectiveness as she runs a man through a rigorous Covid check, challenging the authenticity of his vaccination card and forcing him to jam a testing swab extra far up his nostril. When finally convinced that he is infection-free, she reluctantly allows him to hold the baby – his newborn granddaughter.
Though not directly related to the pandemic, a sketch in which people confidently exchange information may well have been inspired by Covid’s relentless uncertainty. “I’ll just say I read it in the Atlantic,” says one man to himself. Several more express private doubts about their knowledge, finally coming to the conclusion that “We’re all just talking out of our ass.”
Second City Review Has Improv and Poignant Moment or Two
In a later sketch, three women refresh their social skills with a bar night. They shout out to men in the audience and, keeping a safe social distance between the stage and the tables, come on to them with unleashed desire. In this writer’s opinion, the scene’s raunchiness wore thin. But then, amid the overdone joke, a line of pure improv dazzle popped out. When a male audience said his name was Scott, an actress replied “I love your toilet paper.”
