Those bad boys standing outside the disco, the bar, the nightclub, Dante's hell, flexing their biceps, snarling and frowning for bait, have brand new faces at the Tiffany these days. But everything else is the same: same lowlife types in tuxedos, ready to toss those troublemakers through the door--assuming they've allowed them in to begin with. Same regimented glower at punkish British toughs.
A second look at John Godber's "Bouncers" brings no major surprises. This choreographed play with music (choreography Jeff Calhoun, music Bruce Goldstein) that has been winning awards at the Tiffany Theatre for nine months has changed only its actors. Director Ron Link has carefully drilled his new ensemble--Robert Duncan, Joe Hart, Christopher MacDonald and Travis Swords--in the wayward, bullying ways of a rough sort of British Blue Collardom. These guys are a tad less assured than the original four (and what is that pony tail Duncan has chosen to adopt?), but their prankish misdemeanors and competitive edge remain the same: overstated, repetitive and smartly executed.
On second viewing, the content of Godber's piece seems more threadbare than ever. (Claims to political overtones are grossly exaggerated, and a real stretch of wishful thinking.) How many times must one get drunk and throw up to make a point?