We’ll laugh. We’ll cry (because we’re laughing so hard – duh.) And we’ll probably spit-take our beer once or twice, hard as we try not to. Yup, an evening of endless antics and hilarity with the folks of the Village Theatre sounds like just what the doctor ordered, if you ask us.
If laughter is the best medicine, then the doctor is always in at the Village Theatre. Okay, so laughter may not actually cure the common cold or rid our awkward coworker of that rash he keeps telling us about (eww…), but an evening of pure comedy? Well, it certainly feels like it cures what ails us. At Village Theatre, they’ve been dishing out healthy doses of the good stuff with their signature strand of off-kilter improv comedy for years. Consider ‘em the court of Atlanta’s premiere jesters – and we mean that with every ounce of respect. Really, our guess? Whatever they’re coming up with onstage is certainly better than any of the run-of-the-mill summer blockbusters at the movie theatre. (Sorry, Godzilla.)
The humble theatre got their start hosting shenanigans on Sundays at the Ten High before settling in comfy into their digs at the Pencil Factory Lofts. Since then they’ve been keeping audiences entertained with impromptu antics wight heir weekend improv shows. And since it’s improvised? No two nights are alike. They do keep a schedule though – Fridays are the nights for the Armando show, in which an Atlanta celebrity graces the stage as a living, breathing prompt for the performer’s long-form improvised hilarity. (Muses of the past include everyone from the gentlemen behind Monday Night brewing to our beloved Louis Reitsz of 90.1 fame.) Looking for something a little more ruthless? Then we suggest you head there on a Saturday evening, when the actors face-off head to head scene by scene to discover who, intact, is the Improv Asshole (pardon our French – it’s jargon you see). Yup, each evening is its own snowflake of hilarity – but always pants-peeingly, pure comedy gold. You may just find yourself with sore laughing muscles afterward. (Which mean you best head back to the doctor so they can have a look at it. And by doctor we mean back to the theatre, of course.)