Review preview: "B.F.G. (The Big Friendly Giant)"

Told you I would post soon; no reason to wait, I guess.

Abstract: Great fun, very colorful, touches of MontyPython, and most adults should enjoy it as well. Lotta fart jokes, though, so stuffy (and regular) parents should beware: you'll have to explain on the way home why the giant was wrong to do all that "whizzpoppping."

Theater review
What: “The B.F.G. (Big Friendly Giant)”
When: through Feb. 10
Where: The Palace Theatre, 7 Ledgewood Ave. (Route 183), Netcong
How much: $14; $10 seniors and students
Info: (973) 347-4946; www.growingstage.org

By WILLIAM WESTHOVEN
Staff Writer
Last weekend was a good one for giant fans. Not only did the New York football Giants earn a ticket to the Super Bowl, but another big giant made quite an impression in Netcong.
At the Growing Stage, however, the giants are battling each other in “The B.F.G. (Big Friendly Giant),” another stage adaptation of a story by Roald Dahl, better known for “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” and “James and the Giant Peach.” English, Oxford-educated David Wood adapted the Welsh writer’s story, but this production carries the unmistakable trademarks of longtime Growing Stage designer-director Perry Arthur Kroeger.
Kroeger knows how to delight the children these shows are meant for, but also knows how to twist the action in ways that will keep the parents from squirming in their seats. He pushes the limits of good taste at times — parents may have to review good and bad body noises with their kids on the way home — but Kroeger enlivens this colorful romp with nearly 100 props and some cheeky, Monty Python-inspired silliness.
Dahl dabbled in black humor as well, and “B.F.G.” also reprises one of his familiar scenarios, which presents a single adult who becomes a champion for children persecuted by other adults. At first, we’re not so sure the hero is very nice, since the play begins with the unnamed giant kidnapping a pigtailed orphan, Sophie, and bringing her to giant country.
Sophie is quickly relieved to learn that he is known as the Big Friendly Giant, or B.F.G. for short, and spends his day catching dreams for children. He’s also a vegetarian, in contrast to the other giants, who like to snack on children (one prefers Turks, another favors English).
A plot of sorts develops when Sophie and B.F.G. learn the other giants plan to turn her orphanage into a British buffet. With the help of the Queen of England, they manage to serve up the happy ending that you can always count on at the Growing Stage, the state’s only professional resident company devoted to children’s theater.
Equity professionals anchor the cast, beginning with Jason Szamreta as the B.F.G. Nikole Sara Rizzo makes her Palace Theatre debut as Sophie, while Bill Edwards, a regular on the regional scene, makes his Growing stage debut in a variety of roles.
Szamreta affects a chewy Down Under accent (Dahl hints at Giant Country being west of East Rutherford, in the neighborhood of Australia or New Zealand) that complements the B.F.G.’s colloquial English, full of playful words including snozzcumber (a revolting vegetable) and whizzpopping (a body noise similar to a burp, but originating further south).
Rizzo manages to be convincing as a child without resorting to the whiny, cloying clichés grownups use when acting childish, and operates a small puppet twin that the giant speaks to, which establishes Szamereta’s giant perspective.
Edwards and the remaining ensemble (including another professional newcomer, Rachel Schwartz, along with community artists Caitlin Orvetz, David Yashin and Ralph Wallace) have their share of fun, but the second act belongs to Lori B. Lawrence, who channels her inner ham as the wobbly, warbling Queen of England. Mugging and cooing under a tiara and a purple-grey wig, her portrayal of this silly monarch is more John Cleese than Helen Mirren, and is the comic highlight of a very young 2008 theater season.
Kroeger also takes some inspiration from the British school of broad humor. His cardboard, cartoon-cutout “costumes” used to portray many characters will remind adults of Terry Gilliam’s animated skits on the old “Monty Python’s Flying Circus” and had the audience in stitches.
Black lights, smoke and other effects give this show a slightly psychedelic quality that will appeal to a broad range of ages. Again, Kroeger flirts with the edges of good taste — the whizzpopping jokes go on so long that one character sprays Lysol — but sometimes, it’s worth the guilt to laugh this much.