Review: "Sloppy Bonnie" Sings of Starbucks, Self-Examination, and Serial Deaths

Sloppy Bonnie: A Roadkill Musical for the Modern Chick

Written by Krista Knight and Barry Brinegar

Directed by Leah Lowe

Presented by No Puppet Co. via www.sloppybonnie.com

June 21-July 15, 2021

Image courtesy Emily Owens PR
The 2020 pandemic first taught us how much we missed live performance. Then it helped us rethink live performance virtually. Now that performances are coming back, we have realized it might be best to merge in-person and virtual performances. And this is what the creators of Sloppy Bonnie have done. Initially performed at Oz Arts Nashville in June 2021, anyone can access it for virtual viewing through their site. The virtual audience gets the added benefit of the digital enhancements that the creators have added post-performance—another development emerging from post-pandemic performance. Sloppy Bonnie utilizes these post-pandemic trends and reminds us what we love about live performance: good stories, over-the-top visuals and music, and a grain of truth about the human experience in all of its grit and glory.

Let me get this out of the way. Sloppy Bonnie is a show that from the start tells you it is going to be talking a lot about Southern culture. I am always skeptical when a broad swath of the country is invoked for humor’s sake, because it is often in mockery of the people who live there. The show does take a lot of cheap but also incredibly funny shots at the South, but a show in Nashville can do whatever it wants with Southern culture since the critique comes from inside. Don’t misunderstand. All the Southern clich├ęs are there. Bonnie wears thigh-high white boots, a jean mini skirt, and a red gingham shirt tied up just under her chest. That said, it is not just a show about the South. It is actually difficult from the outset to say what Sloppy Bonnie is—a road trip story, a ghost story, a love story, or a commentary on religion and hypocrisy. It is all of these things, but it is primarily a morality tale as the narrators, Dr. Rob (James Rudolph II) and Chauncey (Curtis Reed), tell us from the start.
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Rob and Chauncey provide the frame of the story as they broadcast their show from Cosmic Radio. Dr. Rob says that this will be a modern morality tale of the American woman. One’s ears perk up with suspicion when they hear that the American woman writ large needs a morality tale—a genre whose core convention is the warning to its protagonist of impending doom once they give into temptation by the devil. The Devil (Reed) and Jesus (Rudolph) play big parts in Sloppy Bonnie, but this is no fussy Tudor drama. It is the story of a woman who is in a situation where she is about to get everything she thinks she wants but is about to learn that it is all a script handed to her by a society that has made no space for divergence from the script.

Bonnie’s (Amanda Disney) story opens with her, at the request of the radio hosts, defining herself as an American woman. What, they ask, is an American defined by? Her answer is that they are defined by what they buy. And for Bonnie, that is Starbucks. She moves into a song about the joys of gossiping on Sunday morning at Starbucks. She sings, “You might call me basic, but at least I fake it.” Indeed, she does fake basicness, as Bonnie is anything but simple. As she is chatting with a friend in a Starbucks, she announces that she is about to marry the man of her dreams, Jedidiah, an aspiring youth pastor. As someone who never got along with youth pastors’ indecent prudish self-righteousness, I really appreciate Jedidiah’s arc. I will just say it exposes him as having malicious motives. But Bonnie’s problem is that she can’t reach him since he has been away at a bible camp. Despite her friend’s warning, Bonnie resolves to drive out to see Jed and figure out why he has not responded to her. Clearly, Bonnie’s thesis that Americans are defined by what they buy is undercut here. As her own story tells, they are defined by what they desire.
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What follows is a road trip across the South in which Bonnie encounters bro-y mechanics, a trucker who refuses to give into Bonnie’s seduction, a haunted hotel with ghosts, actual Jesus, and reminders of her past that show her how she got into the situation that she is in of desiring a man who does not desire her—or at least not in the way she wants him to (all supporting characters played by Reed and Rudolph). This isn’t a spoiler, but Bonnie is also a murderer of sorts. Only one of the murders is intentional, but the show’s title becomes clear when you begin to realize that this is a woman who, in fierce dedication to one desire, leaves a pile of victims in her wake—herself included.

The themes are heavy, but the story is told with much humor and music. Much of the music plays on Southern traditions, and two of the songs have fun with those oh-so Southern staples “Jesus Take the Wheel” and “The Devil Went Down to Georgia.” In this version, the devil goes down to Tennessee, which is true to the tradition of morality plays where protagonists are tempted by him. She is tempted by both Jesus and the Devil. I will not give away her choice, but when Bonnie comes out at the end to deliver the moral of the show, her answer speaks a lot not just to Southern identity but to contemporary American identity. She says her life took tragic turns not so much by the choices she made but by the fact that she did not like any of the choices on the menu. I cannot help but think of Lauren Berlant, who passed away this week, whose seminal work, Cruel Optimism, argues that much of life in late capitalism is defined by desiring things that actually keep you from your potential, thus perpetuating the fantasy of the good life. Berlant does not blame individuals who desire these things, since it is not their fault. Their menu has not been filled with other things to desire. And this is Bonnie’s story. Too many choices on the menu—Jedidiah, Jesus, the Devil, and Starbucks—but so few options for Bonnie to define and desire herself.

-Joseph Donica

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