by Karen Tortora-Lee of The Happiest Medium on December 20, 2011
Nothing says “Happy Holidays” like naked people running around. (At least not where I come from. Your experience may vary.) If you like naked people (and who doesn’t?) and you like jokes about Santa, Hanukkah, Rudolph, Elves, and wrestlers (not necessarily in that order) then End Time Productions Naked Holidays is the show for you. Not only will you get skits, musical production numbers, wry commentary on the holidays and parodies of old favorites but you’ll get full frontal nudity that is both essential to the plot as well as completely gratuitous. It’s enough to jingle anyone’s bells, and then some.
Unlike prior productions this 5th year anniversary of Naked Holidays, which features “best of” skits as well as new material, has moved uptown for the momentous occasion; a fact which the cast gleefully acknowledges as they survey their surroundings with astonishment: “You guys! There’s no herpes on this floor!” After a bit of back and forth where they decide if it makes sense to get naked again this year the cast agrees that of course it does! And so it’s on with the show which is sponsored, in part, by GOD … who’s been bringing you naked people since the very beginning.
What follows is, I expect, an experience akin to being in the audience of a Saturday Night Live taping where some things are hilarious, some things are worth a giggle or two, some things last a bit too long and there are a few musical numbers. What makes this show different is (if I haven’t said it enough) the full nudity that is sprinkled throughout and then takes up the entire last ten minutes of the show.
Keep in mind – not all of the show is nude. But while you’re waiting for them to take it all off this talented group of folks will have you chuckling with some great holiday comedy skits.
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Everyone knows the story of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, right? It takes a funny (and deeply disturbing) turn when Rudolph becomes Rudnick (written by Brad McEntire) who is not a very special reindeer but rather a very misunderstood unicorn who has a candle where his horn should be. Poor Rudnick — he’s not allowed to play twister (or any other Unicorn Games) with the other unicorn gals (who come off like a pack of Heathers). So how does Rudnick save the day? Not by guiding Santa’s sleigh, but by leading his three one-horned bitches into an ambush where his reindeer friends are ready to tear them to pieces while a cloaked chorus intones O Fortuna with rabid intensity. It’s how I picture the Tarantino remake, should he ever choose to fix his eyes on movies for the young ones.