WORKING FOR THE MOUSE: A theatrical tour-de-force & one-man show about coming of age at Disneyland.

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GET YER TICKETS HERE   https://www.theatreasylum-la.com/projects/2317


Calling all fans of great acting, astonishing character work, great improvisation, wonderful writing, and what a really good "one-man show" should look like:

You simply MUST buy a ticket to see WORKING FOR THE MOUSE which is in the last weekend of  its run in LA. IF YOU HAVE A THEATER-LOVING KID -- THIS SHOW IS A MUST SEE. YOUR CHILD WILL ADORE THIS INSIDE LOOK AT WORKING AT DISNEYLAND AND WILL LEARN SO MUCH ABOUT QUALITY ACTING IN THIS MASTERCLASS OF THEATER WORK. Moving, insightful, hilarious and heartbreaking --

You will never see one person play as many characters as you will see in this show. DO take the kids. Do not miss this. Do support this artist's work!!! BOOK THE LAST FEW TICKETS NOW!!!

His show originated in San Francisco, where the below YouTube interview with Trevor Allen was created. Here he shares with the viewer a background on how his life was changed by his work as a part-time character actor at Disneyland.




I'm writing this very rushed, gushy review (sort-of) of this play because A) I'm in the middle of the college decision process with my child, which is a bit time consuming at the moment, and yet I did see this wonderful show last weekend and was struck by how absolutely charming, touching and perfect this performance piece is for a venue in Orange County, CA.

I write it because I read a review of it in a local weekly newspaper that made his show sound lurid and sensational and perhaps not appropriate for kids or true Disney fans -- and I have to say, THIS IS SO FAR FROM THE TRUTH! It's a true story about a theme park that made me love Disneyland and its creators more than I ever thought possible. It's a loving, but realistic tribute to one of Orange County's most frequented tourist attraction and this time I will look at those working in Disneyland with more love, more affection and respect for the hard job they do more than I ever would have before. This show BEGS for a proper theater venue to produce it in Orange County.  I knew whenever a work of theater is recommended to me by playwright, Prince Gomolvilas, that it's going be good, but didn't expect it to be damn near perfect for the OC crowd.

 (Hello, South Coast Repertory?????) WORKING FOR THE MOUSE is a lovely, warm, funny -- Mark Twain-esque coming of age story which takes place from Newport Beach and Balboa Island to Anaheim's most, uhm, colorful motels, to the the very real heart and belly of our one and only Disneyland. Trevor Allen's cornucopia of characters is mesmerizing, hilarious and touching: His is a show Mark Twain would have loved and approved of. Just when you think it's about physical comedy and slapstick, you find the storyline will break your heart and touch you.

 My daughters and I (all Orange County, CA residents) had tears in our eyes when the lights came up. I waited until the audience had left to find Mr. Allen and tell him I want to do everything I can to see this show makes it to Orange County, where I firmly believe it will be greatly loved and adored.

 So - that's the purpose of this rushed blog review: YOU HAVE ONE WEEKEND -- NOW TO STILL SEE WORKING FOR THE MOUSE IN LA. It will make you laugh. It's a master class of acting and storytelling. IT PLAYS THIS WEEKEND ONLY. Until someone wise and wonderful gives it another run in the OC.

I dunno.  Maybe The Orange County Register will write about it or something.  They should.

Comments

Unknown said…
I completely agree. I'm a huge Disney fan and lover of good story telling. Working for the Mouse is brilliant writing and acting that will leave your heart feeling stretched out. Our culture looks for the dark side and bitterness wherever there is fun and innocence. This show is not like that. Trevor's story weaves a tale where a young hopeful man learns that not everything is rainbows and butterflies, but that there is always magic to be found in the real relationships we make with each other. I do hope the show can come to the OC to reach more people.
April 18, 2015 at 3:31 PM
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