I Hope They Serve Beer On Broadway By Tucker Max
nytheatre.com q&a preview by Abe Goldfarb
May 23, 2013
What is your job on this show?
Actor in the role of Tucker Max.
What is your show about?
This adaptation is a wild, funny, raunchy journey into the world of Tucker Max, a man who never met a drink he wouldn't down, a woman he wouldn't hit on or a dare he wouldn't take.
What type of theater do you like most to work on?
Burlesque! I regularly host burlesque under the name Bastard Keith, and it's my passion. The interesting thing about I Hope They Serve Beer on Broadway is that its outrageousness, raunch, subversion and direct communication to the audience play on everything I love about burlesque. I studied at the Bristol Old Vic for 3 years, and my love for burlesque is driven entirely by my love for classical theater and the British music hall tradition. Christopher Carter Sanderson saw these affinities as a damn good reason to cast me, and I'll be forever grateful for it.
Complete this sentence: My show is the only one opening in NYC this spring that...?
...features this much and this many explosive bodily fluids. In fact, I think that's as good as guaranteed. I've either sold 20 tickets with that or been disowned by my family.
Do you think the audience will talk about your show for 5 minutes, an hour, or way into the wee hours of the night?
If we do this right, people will get very VERY drunk and laugh and scream and argue about it late into the night and then wake up with a burning urge to see it again (and probably a bit of a headache). It's an entertainment and a provocation. Those predisposed to like Tucker's work, and those predisposed to hate it, may be surprised by Christopher's take on the material. It is as ribald and grotesque as the source, but the life and shape Christopher has brought to it reveal depth, vulnerability, and absurdity one might not expect. Look, it's funny as hell, but I bet people won't entirely agree on why. And that suits me fine.
Groucho, Chico, Harpo, or Zeppo?
Groucho. GROUCHO! Of course Groucho. The ultimate master of ceremonies. The funniest, smartest guy in the room, but still willing to play the fool. All of the Marx Brothers were great artists (except maybe Zeppo, but he knew it), but for sheer wit, mastery and velocity it has to be Groucho. He's a bit of a spirit animal for me since childhood (I skipped school to videotape Duck Soup, and then watched it again immediately after, memorizing the songs and jokes). There's more than a touch of Groucho to our Tucker.
Who are your heroes?
Oscar Wilde and Hunter S. Thompson. Poets of excess, vulgarity and morality.