A few weeks ago, on a fog-enshrouded night in Malibu, Richard Montoya stepped onstage in full mariachi regalia to welcome his audience to what he slyly called the "Getty Pancho Villa."
The occasion was a performance of "Peace," Aristophanes' perpetually timely 2,400-year-old antiwar comedy, updated to take stock of the latest global quagmires and packed with references to Michael Jackson, Brentwood versus Boyle Heights sensibilities and other punchy anachronisms.
The actors included avant-garde stalwart John Fleck and prolific TV and stage veteran Amy Hill. But the production's throbbing Greco-Chicano heart was the vaudevillian antics of Montoya, Herbert Siguenza and Ric Salinas, better known by their collective moniker of Culture Clash, who adapted the play with John Glore, associate artistic director of South Coast Repertory.
Although the Getty's faux-classical environs offered a ready-made symbol of old-school L.A. exclusivity, on this night the audience was a congenial SoCal blend of old and young, Eastside and Westside, Spanish-dominant and Anglo-centric. Among those who attended the show's three-week run was a new fan so impressed that he fired off an e-mail.
"You guys are heroes and geniuses, clowns and dramatists," it read. "My wife and I saw you in 'Peace' . . . you entertained us, and you tossed a couple of bombs, too, noisy things that did just the right amount of collateral cultural damage. I am an admirer of your work from now on." It was signed "Tom Hanks."
If midlife is an age of sublimated madness, the three clown princes of bilingual L.A. theater -- all hovering around mortality's midpoint -- appear to be hitting their manic prime. Since their tumultuous beginnings in a San Francisco art gallery in 1984, Siguenza, Salinas and Montoya have honed their intellectually rambunctious brand of comedy to a machete-like edge. For the group and its longtime followers, "Peace," with its outlandish visual and verbal conceits (flying dung beetles, Central American gardeners materializing in the middle of ancient Athens) represents something of a return to the group's anarchic sketch-comedy roots.
"People who . . . have seen us since the '80s have come to 'Peace' and said, 'Wow, this really reminds me of your early work, as far as the irreverence, the freedom of it," Siguenza said. "We're running around like 25-year-olds, you know, yet we're 50 now."
But with the big 5-0 looming, Culture Clash has acquired a gravitas to match its frisky spirits. In "Peace," which Aristophanes wrote as a bawdy rebuttal to the dreadful toll of the Peloponnesian War, the double entendres and sight gags yield to some chilling reflections on warfare's immoral waste.
This year, to mark its 25th anniversary, the group is tracing its artistic evolution in suitably frenetic but serious-minded style.
Over time, Culture Clash has transitioned from doing mainly sketch comedy (or "political cabaret," in Montoya's formulation) to nervy, full-blown scripted works. Typically based on extensive research and scores of interviews, they're laced with historical cross-examining and brimming with audacious sociological slapstick.
The list includes "Chavez Ravine," about the Latino community that was bulldozed aside by urban visionaries; "Water & Power," a tragi-humorous take on the classic L.A. narrative of H2O and municipal corruption; and their latest work, "Palestine, New Mexico," which deals with America's shifting political landscapes and the parallel searches for identity and a homeland. Like "Chavez" and "Water," "Palestine," directed by Lisa Peterson, is concerned with the unearthing of long-held family and community secrets and will have its world premiere at the Mark Taper Forum (in December).
But that's only one act in a fall calendar that includes a tribute Friday at UCLA's Royce Hall featuring appearances by Rage Against the Machine's Zack De La Rocha, troubadour Michelle Shocked and others.
Also this fall, the trio will begin scoping out "American Night," an Oregon Shakespeare Festival commission that will inaugurate its 10-year cycle of American history plays. Culture Clash's work, which will open next year, focuses on an immigrant man who drifts into a fever dream while preparing for his citizenship exam and turns into a time-traveling Zelig.
"The American night is a very dark place -- it can be," said Montoya, "and it's usually in the American night when immigrants are moving through the night. Whether it was Harriet Tubman or an Indian guide or a Quaker or someone, there was sometimes someone holding up a lantern guiding the way, and that's where you find the best of the American character."