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Happy opens with an intense scene similar to Pretty: “The opening scene (in Reasons To Be Pretty and now in Reasons To Be Happy) is pure LaBute: screaming, foul language, rage and slurring of insults that will make your hair curl mostly from Steph as Greg tries to explain, apologize and soften Steph’s rage. Steph and Greg are over as a couple….” Only, now Greg (Eric Burgher) is dating Carly (Sarah Loveland), Steph’s (Domencia Camerson-Scorsese) best friend. That fact outrages Steph who vents her rage in this sequel’s opening scene. LaBute’s powerful raging characters continue here.

Act two, twice as long as act one, finds Jean, Dawn and husband Mick (Boyd Harris) with the groups old friend Len (Layne Manzer) having a drunken party in Jean’s flat. Harp and gin are the order of the night as all get super “pissed’ (to use an English term for drunk). Mike, in his Irish brogue philosophizes in pure Irish mentality as he and his old bud, Len reminisce about their days as youths while Jean stays somewhat stoic as he imbibes her gin faithfully. Dawn becomes even more obnoxious than normal as she gets shit-faced. Through all the alcohol, we witness the quiet lonely desperation of the poor as each now lament their dashed hopes and dreams. Len is too shy to approach Jean, whom he has always pinned for while Jean fails to appreciate Len as a person who could makes her life pleasant.

Why Steven Strafford doesn’t demonstrate the devastating lows of meth addiction stronger so that the above guy in the audience sees clear how dangerous meth can be is a mystery? Maybe the fact that Strafford is on stage doing a show is proof that meth isn’t so bad? And, I suspect since Strafford is so entertaining and funny, that he can’t help but send the wrong message.

The creative staging out did itself by using ensemble singing existential angst gibberish during needless set changes. There was a scenes that found all seven cast members all shouting different dialogue for what seemed as an eternity and there was a noisy scene change while Collins droned on with her “my life sucks” songs on her ukulele late in the show.

Also, why would anyone produce the show mostly in Spanish WITHOUT informing potential audiences? And, just to further irritate audiences, the two narrators who spoke English with a thick accent mumbling too softly and running-their-words-together were completely unintelligible further frustrating the American audience. Add bland songs poorly sung and danced and NOT translated making the show unfolded as a long first act.

The three live in a world devoid of reality as each interact to fuel each others delusions. Peter talks up a storm and Stan bellows at him as Vivian acts as peacemaker and facilitator to both. As Peter plays out his dream of giving seminars at hotels, Vivian and Stan keep their fantasy game going now with Peter’s aspirations in play. The result is funny and poignant look at how life’s obsessions and self delusions can over come reality

I must say that the production was innovative, ambitious, as the cast worked hard to land the material. Too bad it mostly fell flat. Tone problems, poor lighting, over-the-top camp interruptions lost any resemblance to fantasy.