It’s got fart gags galore, but “Gary” isn’t a gas — it’s more like hot air.
Subtitled “A Sequel to Titus Andronicus,” the labored comedy that opened Sunday night picks up where Shakespeare’s gory tragedy of murder, rape, mutilation and cannibalism leaves off. Along the way, it lets three of the funniest actors in the business — Nathan Lane, Kristine Nielsen and Julie White — twist in the wind.
Playwright Taylor Mac, a downtown favorite with a refreshingly unique perspective, begins with a rock-solid idea that soon crumbles: After terrible leaders leave carnage in their wakes, the ones left to deal with the mess — and the body parts — are the little people.
Two such nobodies, based on cameo-sized characters from the Bard’s play, are Gary, a street clown who’s just been promoted to clean-up duty, and Janice, a weary maid who’s learned to keep her head down. Both have been charged to clean the gilded banquet room in time for the inauguration of the new emperor, but they’ll need more than Windex: The hall is a bloody mess, stacked floor-to-ceiling with (playfully stylized) corpses, whose guts and bowels must be suctioned out.
Out come the flatulence jokes — and Gary’s quip about “not living your best life.”
Many messy bits later, the two are joined by Carol, a midwife who’s consumed by guilt for not doing more to save a newborn from murder. Conscience-stricken, the three survivors decide to fight tragedy with art: They devise a spectacle that features a kickline of male corpses whose private parts wag in unison. Top that, Rockettes! If only it were as hilarious as it wants to be.