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Provincetown Magazine August 16, 2007 Whoa, Nellies! by Nicholas Messing "Night of 100 Nellies" is unquestionably one of the funniest shows you'll see in Provincetown this summer. The latest offering from the hysterical sketch comedy troupe The Nellie Olesons is an evening of perverse pageantry and hilarious parody that is not to be missed. Fans of Kids in the Hall-style sketch comedy will want to check out Nellie Olesons as they carry on the legacy of pushing the boundaries of comedy into absurd new dimensions. The trio of Nora Burns, John Cantwell and Terrence Michael take the stage in a shocking array of costumes and wigs that change in the blink of an eye into a multitude of insane characters, some recognizable and some out of this world. The show kicks off with a demented beauty pageant where diseased contestants prance across the stage in scary drag. This politically incorrect freakshow pushes all kinds of buttons, not the least of which is a jab at the figurehead of the "Right to Life" movement, Terry Schiavo. Taking aim at another figure rife with controversy, Ann Coulter appears in a dating service video exclaiming, "Let's destroy America together!" The media commentary continues at a fever pitch as a talk show host gives clueless romantic advice, and a shrewd public relations agent puts a cheerful spin on international tragedies. One of Nora's sharpest characters is a hypocritical housewife who calls for immigration reform between speaking botched Spanish to her servants who double as gigolos. The guys also have their share of juicy roles, though more often than not they're contorted in twisted drag. Some of their manliest roles come across as fey gymnasts in a gay aerobics sketch, and they reappear as repeat perpetrators of "annoying orgasms." While the Latin talk show gag will be familiar to anyone who has watched "Saturday NIght Live" in its declining years, the Nellie Olesons still manage to make it funny as a hideous blonde drag queen named Marisol gyrates to Britney Spears' "Toxic." They also bring a new twist to a Helen Keller scenario where a deaf mute with Cousin It hair learns to spell through magical drinking. The troupe's warped fashion sense comes to fruition in a home shopping network sketch that models some of the most disturbingly decadent costumes you're likely to see in Provincetown even during Carnival Week, which is saying a lot. While they aren't naked boys singing, John and Terrence are unafraid to bare (almost) all, as in their show-closing Veeg Sisters sketch which takes Ryan Landry's "Beaver" act to another level. They may have taken their name from Laura Ingall's rich-bitch rival on "Little House on the Prairie," but it is a mystery to this reviewer why the Nellie Olesons don't have their own TV show. At their best they're funnier than the Upright Citizens Brigade, and at their worst they still leave the Logo network's trainwreck of a show, "The Big Gay Sketch Show," in the dust. The Nellie Olesons are closing out their scandalous season in the downstairs meetinghouse of the UU Church, so let "Night of 100 Nellies" pass you by. |
![]() Provincetown Banner August 9, 2007 The Nellie Olesons: Pandemonium and spandex by Lauren Johnson Remember Nellie Oleson? That witch from "Little House on the Prairie" who was Laura's nemesis? Her mean-hearted little spirit has been reincarnated - hilariously - in the two-man-one-woman comedy troupe playing at 10 p.m. tuesday through Saturday at the UU Meeting House, 236 Commercial St. in Provincetown, in a show that veers wildly between smart political humor and over-the-top silliness in spandex. The laughs served up by Terrence Michael, Nora Burns and John Cantwell add another dimension to the already strong lineup of comedy in Provincetown. Not for this troupe the chatty, how-I-see-it banter of single stand-ups, nor the transformative magic of good, straight-up (apologies) drag. Instead, the Nellie Olesons give audiences a rapid-fire line up of skits which, on one level, appear to ridicule everything from Ann Coulter to disability to talk shows. While it's clear that Olesons are having a great time sending up beauty contests and competitive sports while dressed in the worst drag ever seen in Provincetown, what they are also doing - and what makes them a cut above the average comedy troupe - is skewering our obsessions with and reactions to pop culture and current events. Take, for example, Nora Burns' evil, bulls-eye send-up of a Texas housewife who spouts anti-immigration rhetoric while ordering her multiple Hispanic employees around, speaking offensively bastardized Spanish and telling tasteless racist jokes. Even the most PC among us might get the uncomfortable feeling that we know someone just like her. The Olesons' current events satire (Ann Coulter! Darfur! Lindsay!) is interspersed with something one can only describe as dance humor with spandex and bulges. There should be a law against so many leotards in one show, but these boys can acturaly dance in high heels. While their brand of comedy is unquestionable non-PC and at times borderline offensive, it has none of the mean-spiritedness that ultimately makes jokes not funny. Don't take the kids, but do go. Through Aug. 18. |
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NOW MAGAZINE www.nowtoronto.com EVERYTHING TORONTO. ONLINE. DECEMBER 28 - JANUARY 3, 2007 | VOL. 26 NO. 17 Glenn Sumi's Top 10 Comedy Shows By GLENN SUMI Everything's cyclical. A few years ago, improv was hot. Then sketch. Then "alt" sketch. Now stand-up's making a big return, Michael Richards's idiotic ravings notwithstanding. Maybe in these uncertain political times, the sound of one authoritative voice making sense of the world is what we need. 6 THE NELLIE OLESONS (We're Funny That Way Festival, Buddies in Bad Times, May 25) Host Maggie Cassella said it all when she admitted that this queer Manhattan trio (two gay guys and a token straight woman) made her uncomfortable, a good quality for cutting-edge comedy. Their satiric targets were fresh and nastily delivered: Ann Coulter, gay parenting and – way out in left field – a reworking of The Miracle Worker with "Mommie Dearest" Joan Crawford. Twisted. |
![]() The Hollywood Reporter, Sep. 19, 2006 New York's Most Wanted Five Big Apple characters the city just couldn't live without. By Gregg Goldstein With 28,550 Screen Actors Guild-registered thespians in the five boroughs of New York (give or take), narrowing down the die-hard denizens of the city can be a challenge. Nonetheless, following are five who've been keeping the city lights bright. The Funny Girl: Nora Burns Place the Face: Comedy troupe "The Nellie Olesons" Future Sightings: www.thenellieolesons.com Whether it's Ann Coulter manning a phone-sex line, Terry Schiavo as "Miss Vegetative State," Menorah (the Jewish Madonna) or a "yoga bimbo," Burns' onstage characters typically reveal her evil sense of humor. "They're all people I've temped with, stood in line behind or watched slide down a wall in Union Square," says the longtime centerpiece of the New York-based Nellie Olesons, which got its name from the obnoxious Nellie Oleson Dalton character on television's "Little House on the Prairie." The Talented Young Thing: Paul Dano Place the Face: 2001's "L.I.E." 2005's "The Ballad of Jack & Rose" Current Sighting: Fox Searchlight's "Little Miss Sunshine" He's tall, lanky, and virtually unrecognizable from his breakout role as a lonely 15-year-old who befriends a teen prostitute in "L.I.E." But Dano's talent continues to shine in an array of projects including "Sunshine," in which he plays a teen who refuses to speak, and Fox Searchlight's November release, "Fast Food Nation." The New School literature student will reach wider audiences in Warner Bros. Pictures' tentative May 2008 release "Where the Wild Things Are," but he's likely to stay true to his indie roots. He's already been cast as a preacher in Miramax and Paramount Vantage's "There Will Be Blood," due from director Paul Thomas Anderson next year. "I don't care if it's a studio or independent film," he says of the projects he chooses. "I just want it to be good." The Broadway Diva: Christine Ebersole Place the Face: NBC's Saturday Night Live (1981-82); the WB Network's recently ended "Related"; Broadway's "42nd Street" Current Sighting: The Broadway-bound production "Grey Gardens" She might not return phone calls on time while hiking in Hawaii, but reliable sources say Ebersole is no diva -- she's merely taking a break between her sold-out off-Broadway run in "Gardens" and the musical's move to the Great White Way in November. It's a much-deserved rest for the veteran performer, whom many feel is a shoo-in to pick up her second Tony Award (she won her first five years ago for "42nd Street") for her work in this latest production. Accolades aside, however, Ebersole says she sees herself as just another New York performer. "It feels like there's a real center here, and theater is an important ventricle in the heart of New York," she says. The Actor: Michael Imperioli Place the Face: HBO's "The Sopranos," NBC's "Law & Order" Future Sightings: "The Sopranos" final season, the upcoming "The Inner Life of Martin Frost" There's something about Imperioli that screams New York -- his strong Italian accent (which disappears off-camera), his prominent features, his moves, his attitude. He's become part of the collective consciousness as drug-addicted mobster Christopher Moltisanti on "Sopranos," giving his character a heart and eliciting feelings of sympathy -- even as Christopher gives a nod of approval to the murder of his fiancee. When not guest-starring as a detective on NBC's "Law & Order" or voicing a gangster's nephew on "The Simpsons," he's making an indie film or directing a play at Studio Dante, a theater he founded with his wife, but he plans on returning to television as well. "Now, in television, there's a lot more creativity," he says. "That's really changed over the years." The Actress: Amy Sedaris Place the Face: Comedy Central's "Strangers With Candy," 2005's "Bewitched" Current Sighting: ThinkFilm's current feature, "Strangers With Candy" She sells her own cupcakes and cheeseballs in local stores, but Amy Sedaris is most beloved for playing Jerri Blank, a 46-year-old ex-con who returns to high school in "Candy," the film version of her former Comedy Central show. She loves being able to walk out of her West Village apartment, spout one line from pal Justin Theroux's indie "Dedication," run back to finish writing her cookbook and soak things up along the way. "The minute you walk outside, you can see a homeless man and a wealthy man," she says. "Either could be your future in 20 minutes." |
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Oh, Nellies! The Oleson triplets play at the Renberg Theater. If you’re conservative, overweight, handicapped or squeamish at the site of two naked men playing the flute while their bits and pieces are tucked between their legs, do we have the queer comedy troupe for you. Terence Michael and John Cantwell, and Nora Burns, the hetero-female meat in this homo-male sandwich, don’t so much as offend (or your money back) as beat you black and blue with their funny stick. Sketches range from the Nellies’ very twisted takes on beauty pageants to the inner workings of gyms and parks as hotbeds of gay cruising; apparently, dogs are out and adopted, Third World children are in. Their wigs are tattered and their clothes are straight off of Aardvark’s racks, but Michael and Cantwell are never as funny as when they’re simply dancing, especially in “the most faggoty-ass sport in existence,” competitive aerobics. As one of the performers of the second gay comedy festival, Outlaugh 2006, benefiting the AIDS nonprofit Being Alive, the Nellies will be premiering new material as well as revisiting some old faves. Burns is dead-on in her impersonation of “horse face and cell-phone battery for a heart” Ann Coulter, while Michael and Cantwell reprise their should-be-famous interpretation of the Psycho shower scene in a pas de deux complete with Bernard Herrmann’s score and Norman Bates. Who knew simulating trickling water could elicit so many laughs? Also featured are the Gay Mafia, Suzanne Westenhoefer, Bruce Vilanch, Michele Balan, Page Hurwitz and headliner Margaret Cho. The Renberg Theater at the L.A. Gay and Lesbian Center, 1125 N. McCadden Pl., Hlywd.; Fri., Oct. 6, 7:30 p.m.; $30. (323) 860-7300. Also at The Cavern Club Theater at Casita Del Campo, 1920 Hyperion Ave., Silver Lake; Thurs.-Sat., Oct. 26-28, 9 p.m.; $15, $18 at the door. (323) 969-2530. |
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![]() April 2006 Who the Hell Are the Nellie Olesons? There are few people who could liven up a dinner party like I imagine the Nellie Olesons could. By dessert, I'd expect half the guests to have thrown their napkins down on their tiramisu and left in a huff. Good thing I like my dinner parties saucy. After performing together in the gay New York comedy group Planet Q, Nora Burns and Terrence Michael founded the Nellie Olesons in 1993 looking to infuse the pre-South Park comedy circuit with their own brand of edgy humor. After some initial member shuffling, the original duo "put out an ad looking for a woman," says Michael, "and boy, did we get one." John Cantwell - probably most recognizable as the flamboyant "bend and snap" hairstylist alongside Reese Witherspoon in Legally Blonde - joined the Nellies in 1996. Almost immediately the no-holds-barred sketch comedy troupe earned a reputation with the press for being "perverse," "campy" and "tasteless," much to the Nellies' delight. Among their repertoire are skits lampooning everyone from Ann Coulter to Terri Schiavo. "We mime a knock-knock joke that makes The Aristocrats look like Dr. Seuss," Burns says proudly, referring to the 2005 documentary revolving around comedians re-telling the legendary dirty joke of the same name. Theirs is not the most sensitive act around, but there's a reason both critics and audiences laugh their asses off: There's a fine line between being prude and politically correct, and neither you nor the Nellies care to respect it. Billed as a gay troupe even though Burns is now married with two kids ("But so is Madonna, so go figure"), the Nellies have toured the continent, most recently headlining Los Angeles' first-ever gay and lesbian comedy festival, Outlaugh!, and performing their latest sketch act Older! Uglier! Meaner! from coast to coast. With bawdy jokes and costumes that often involve far too much spandex, the group has even earned groupies who follow them from high-brow theaters to tiny basement clubs to behold what Cantwell calls the underdogs of offensive humor. "The guys always have people mooning around the stage door," Burns adds. "People just think I'm a tranny." Catch the Nellies at the We're Funny That Way Comedy Festival on Memorial Day weekend and at the Cavern Club April 14-15 and 20-21. - Jocelyn Voo |
![]() September 30 - October 5, 2005 Nellies On Fire by SIRAN BABAYAN Dangerous Nellies What greater homage to Joan Crawford is there than having a gay sketch-comedy troupe (who named themselves after a petticoat-wearing bully from Little House on the Prairie, a sappy TV show about farmers in the 1800s) reincarnate her as either Evita or Annie Sullivan teaching Helen Keller to spell O-S-C-A-R? The Nellie Olesons — John Cantwell, Terrence Michael and Nora Burns — have been perfecting their brand of queer comedy for 10 years, spoofing everything from Calvin Klein commercials to gym-cruising etiquette (“I think it’s so great that no one’s dying anymore, ’cause, you know, AIDS is so three years ago”) to every dance number ever staged for the screen, with no-holds-barred humor that’s closer to John Waters than lisping gay camp. Mink Stole and the original Nellie herself, Little House on the Prairie’s Alison Arngrim, have taken part as guest performers. Now, the Nellies are holding us breeders hostage again with Older! Uglier! Meaner!, their latest buffet of tastelessness. We caught up with them backstage at the Cavern Club in Silver Lake. (They’re playing at the Village in Hollywood this weekend.) L.A. WEEKLY: Isn’t this sketch-comedy business just an excuse for you to dance like you’re on an ESPN National Aerobics Championship? TERRENCE MICHAEL: Please, any excuse to jump around like demented “women-men.” JOHN CANTWELL: I feel absolutely blessed to wear a woman’s leotard onstage and do “sugars” and “compulsory pussy thrusts.” Joan Crawford, via Mommie Dearest, is one of the troupe’s recurring characters. MICHAEL: We know the movie so well, we might as well have Mommie Dearest tattooed on our backside. And how sad that is . . . CANTWELL: It’s all very sad. Nora, what are the criteria for being a fag hag these days? NORA BURNS: Fag haggery is very competitive these days. You can’t just be a wacky fat girl with funny glasses who sings show tunes. You have to know DJs, wear D&G and have a hunky entourage. Since the Olesons often mock old Calvin Klein perfume ads, what would the Nellie Olesons’ eau de parfum smell like? MICHAEL: Our fragrance would be a heady combination of sass and pizzazz that would grab you by your hair and bitch-slap you to the ground. CANTWELL: It would definitely burn a bit. Is there anything funny about the Hurricane Katrina media coverage you’d like to point out, aside from Mike Myers’ deer-in-the-headlights look alongside Kanye West on the NBC telethon? BURNS: Bush trying to look as if he gives a shit. The only mission-accomplished moment he has is giving his cronies rebuilding contracts. We hate that motherfucker. So what do you envision for the Olesons after your upcoming Comedy Central sitcom? MICHAEL: The Nellies will discover Jesus, form a Christian schlock band called “Holy Trinity” and make a shitload of money touring through the Deep South. CANTWELL: I would like to work with Kay Lenz one day.
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From OUT September 2005 Cruel To Be Kind by Eddie Shapiro Since her passing last October, Janet Leigh has been memorialized and eulogized, but no tribute can quite match the nude pas de deux (staged to the Psycho theme) on display as part of the Nellie Olesons' newest show, Older! Uglier! Meaner!, which has reunited the hysterical Nora Burns (the trio's sole straight member), John Cantwell and Terrence Michael after a five-year hiatus. "This new show has 23 sketches with 15 characters (and costume changes) for each of us," grins Cantwell over coffee in West Hollywood, CA. "It's insane. There are not many sketch groups that are just three people." "And it's got everything," adds Michael. "It's gay, it's political and it's got man-gina." The Nellies, who take their name from Little House on the Prairie's bitch-in-residence, have been at it since 1994, but, according to Michael, this one, which runs the gamut from Joan Crawford to Terri Schiavo, is their best show yet. "Logo, goddamn it, where's my contract?" begs Cantwell, "We're ready." Older! Uglier! Meaner! will play in L.A. at Silver Lake's Cavern club Theater in September and in Toronto in 2006. |
![]() L.A.Com March 8, 2005 by Laurie Pike In case you forget what real edge is (in today's arts climate, swearing is considered pushing it), the Nellie Olesons perform two weekends of sketch comedy shows to remind you. If you happen to be straight, a parent, a Republican or a few pounds overweight, brace yourself. If you're an overweight straight Republican parent, well, we wouldn't want to be you. Perhaps because the troupe originally hails from New York, it knows the edge and often goes right over it. Nora Burns, John Cantwell and Terrence MIchael are all pro actors in their own right, but when they come together, their take-no-prisoners fags-and-dykes comedy explodes, (Burns to an audience member: "You're gay, right? Oh, I can tell by the fake tan and too-tight Abercrombie T.") This latest show, developed during a work-in-progress weekend at Highways Performance Space, is more political than shows past; in it they suggest that Red states should become their own nation called Crackerstan, and the Blue states become a new nation that allows gay marriage, supports the arts, and provides social services: "In other words, Canada." This venue's ideal for the Nellie experience; you can grab a margarita from the bar to spill over yourself laughing during the show, and then have dinner with the Nellies themselves afterwards. Oh yeah, there will be guest appearances from John Waters regular Mink Stole and the woman who played the original Nellie Oleson on TV's "Little House on the Prairie," Alison Arngrim. Celebrity Factor: Nellie fan Jennifer Coolidge is bound to be at one of the shows. |
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| eyespyla.com09/19/2005 OLDER! UGLIER! MEANER! CON SALSA Casitas Del Campo Restaurant has fantastic chips, salsa and margaritas. Any attempt to explain the taste would fleetingly detract from the experience I hope you have checking the place out. Let’s just say that I ordered an entrée with secret intentions of continuing to romance as many chips con salsa as I could tease out of the waiter. Not an Atkins fan, and going for the “carbo load” excuse, I had a one track mind. Though, when I did break away from my carbo trance-romance, I was impressed. The ambiance is fantastic from the outdoor patio to the loungy bar and pool table room. The waiter was charming, the food was authentic abuelita-style Mexican, but the menu had contemporary flair, too. The only thing better was the treasure, The Nellie Olesons in “Older! Uglier! Meaner!”, hidden away in the Cavern Club below the restaurant. This comedy trio kicked some major assets. Please do yourself a favor and run to see them immediately, (if not sooner). Their show is hit and run sketch comedy at just 70 minutes quick. The Nellie Oleson’s material wasn’t just satiric slant, it was strikingly original. They left me wondering why I hadn’t thought of that before. From “Junkie Jones” to Terri Schiavo as her pre-stroke self, The Nellie Olesons are intelligent (but not overtly heady), clever, witty, and terminally fearless. You will never see a comedy nor a man-gina the same way again. --Megan Inglish (editor@eyespyla.com) The Nellie Olesons - Older! Uglier! Meaner! |
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![]() LA Weekly Pick of the Week February 18 - 24, 2000 The Nellie Olesons: Nellie Is The Cruelest Bitch by Martin Hernandez A lascivious lampoon of Lassie? An offensive observation of Olympic athletes? An audacious affront to autistic kids? How low will these Nellie Olesons stoop for a tawdry titter or garrulous guffaw? Pretty damn low if this hilarious and fast-paced exercise is any evidence. the quartet of queer comedians wreak satiric havoc on West Hollywood. Zipping through 20-plus skits in about an hour, the Nellies' humor serves as an insightful and thought-provoking commentary on modern society even as it disgusts the most decadent among us. Michael appears as a trailer-trash mother of octuplets whose plaintive cry, "give me money," isn't so much to feed her kids but more to make her look good for Oprah. Burns' "fag hag" extols her devotion to her unseen gay buddy ("You be Rupert Everett and I'll be Madonna"), but whose fear of being supplanted by another woman fuels a jealous rage. The piece de resistance features Kissam and Burns as obnoxious stage mothers whose adolescent sons (Cantwell and Michael) compete in a bizarre, debauched children's beauty pageant. At Luna Park through March 19. |
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Los Angeles MagazineFebruary 29 - March 13, 2000 Nellie Is The Cruelest Bitch by David Nichols Speaking of future cable stars, it is merely a matter of time before Showtime, or better still, Comedy Central figures out that the Nellie Olesons (Nora Burns, John Cantwell, Nancy Kissam and Terrence Michael) are the next big thing. This sketch comedy quartet, all openly gay and refreshingly blase about it, are not so much cutting-edge as decimating-edge: Like Trey Parker and Matt Stone of "South Park," the Nellies have never met an off-limits topic they won't address. Their newest edition, "Nellie is the Cruelest Bitch," is generally inspired, best when dealing with societal and/or gender queries, less effective when most blatantly topical. Easily worth the admission price are the opening and closing sketches (Olympic aerobics and pageant moms, respectively), and "Public Relations," in which Burns does a terrifyingly accurate take on a kind of Hollywood professional whom much of the audience likely works for. Nellie virgins, beware: This is in-your-face-take-no-prisoners stuff, often simultaneously abhorrent and hysterical. Case in point: "Autistic Interiors," a look at possible furniture solutions utilizing - well, the title says it all. God help everybody if Avatar gets wind of this concept. And God bless the Nellies, for hilariously reminding everybody that political correctness is not only oxymoronic, but dangerous. |
Show Business July 28 - August 3, 1999 CUMMING OUT The Nellie Olesons You Are Now Entering Nellie Oleson Directed by David Schweizer At P.S. 122 Set Design by Randy Parsons Lighting by Frank DenDanto Reviewed by Helen Harvey Although the sketch comedy foursome that calls itself Nellie Olesons makes much of the fact that they are all gay (rolling your eyes?), there's little about the show that's homo-centric and even less that's politically correct. Not that you're hearing any complaints here. One Kate Clinton is all that comedy can afford, four more and it might be necessary to legalize hate crimes against comedians. Clinton's one-woman show at Westbeth a few months' back, Correct Me If I'm Right, was exactly that, correct and right and unfortunately not funny. Nellie Olesons are wrong, wrong, wrong and riotous. Any member of the Nellie Olesons (Nora Burns, John Cantwell, Nancy Kissam and Terrence Michael), even the fags, could beat the crap out of the grand dame of lesbian whimsy (comedically speaking). You Are Now Entering Nellie Oleson runs until July 31 at PS 122 and you should get yourself down there to see it immediately, but only if you've got the courage to publicly laugh at anything. This is the troupe's fifth show since its founding in 1993 and they're tight and ready to tumble. Two founding members of the troupe, Michael and Burns, are still with the group and write the material, and it seems as if there is no line they will not cross to make you laugh. The humor impaired, however, may squirm, become nauseated, or even get angry; Nellie Oleson is not nice. One skit, for instance, has a new-age dad "cock-feeding" his baby to the horror of his friends (and the audience) until he explains that he has a bizarre genetic mutation that enables his penis to produce milk and suckle a child. You laugh at the audacity of a comedy sketch that has a gay man pretending to put his penis in an infant's mouth. But it's also a sly satire of sensitive dads who will go to any length to score some maternal action. No one is safe from attack and there is absolutely nothing "good-natured" about this comedy. It is vicious, school-yard humor from the get-go, expertly practiced as only those who have been victims of it can. You may feel guilty about laughing, but you will laugh. Another vignette has Congresswoman Crackwhore Jefferson, played very broadly and very, very black by Mr. Michael, solicit $10 oral tricks from her fellow legislators. Also targeted, sometimes for no particular reason and maybe that's why they can get away with it, are fags (naturally), fag hags, the spastic, the deaf, women, the Amish, white trash and bimbos. Sprinkled throughout the skits are Annoying Orgasms and they really, really are. Each troupe member gets his chance at bat to fake it in the most irritating manner possible. It's funny, and it makes you squirm, too. (Is that what I sound like?!?!) That may be the redeeming feature of the Nellie Oleson's outrageous brand of comedy. As much as it is about belly laughs, it also makes you think. Not necessarily about what they're satirizing, but about why in the hell you would laugh at something so grotesque, so sick, so horrifying or so tragic. Maybe because laughter is the only thing that can save your sanity. |
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Comedy Profile Whoa, Nellies! The naughty Olesons unveil a new show directed by - gasp! - a professional by Les Simpson Let's try to keep up that cheery tone," instructs David Schweizer, as the sketch comedy troupe the Nellie Olesons rehearse a ridiculously perky skit on the P.S. 122 stage, where the group is polishing its new show, You Are Now Entering Nellie Oleson. The Nellies - Nora Burns, John Cantwell, Terrence Michael and Nancy Kissam - instantly become more cheery; the quartet know how fortunate they are to be working with a top-notch professional and his wish is their command. So when did the Nellies, who first started yukking it up in 1993, suddenly hitch up with Schweizer, one of the country's most renowned regional stage directors? Did the group strike it rich while performing in L.A. for the past nine months? Nope. The Nellies remain firmly entrenched (at least for now) on the bare-budget fringe. Schweizer jumped on board simply because the group's spirit and subversive humor tickle his fancy. Throughout his career the director his chosen to juxtapose high-profile, big-budget jobs - he served as resident director at the Los Angeles Theatre Center - and work with "risky" performers such as actress Ann Magnuson and performance artist John Fleck. "I flip back and forth between two worlds," he explains. "The adjustments he's done have made a world of difference," gushes Burns, a blond extrovert who co-founded the troupe with Michael. "We've had others direct us but it's more like they've come in and fixed a little here and there. David has really molded the show and told us to get rid of stuff that wasn't funny. We've never really had anyone do that, but we trust him so much that we're like, 'Okay, we'll do whatever you say.'" As rehearsal continues, it's apparent that their trademark sacrilegious humor remains intact. "Scene and light," prompts Schweizer, and the actors perform a skit about feeding milk to a baby that is hilarious in its tastelessness. Other sketches parody the disabled, heroin addicts and misogyny. "Our attitude is that there's something funny about everything," insists Burns. Surely not the Columbine massacre or the Holocaust, Nora? "Oh honey, we've got Columbine," she replies, "but actually, I think for this show we got rid of all our Holocaust jokes." Obviously, the Nellie's sense of humor ain't for everybody, and some critics have dismissed the group as lowbrow and lewd. Schweizer, who had seen the group perform several times before he started working with them, speaks in loftier terms. "There's no getting around their enlightened provocateur instinct," he says. "They would probably make fun of me for saying this, but I think that the intense way in which the Nellies skewer anything that is hypocritical or (that is) bullshit is, in its own way, an affirmation of living a kind of passionate, committed life instead of a wimpy, sideline life." All of the Nellies, except for Burns, are based in L.A., where various television movers and shakers have expressed interest in possible development deals. But is the raunchy troupe really appropriate for the small screen? Schweizer thinks so. "They've got the skill, the talent and the writing," he reasons. "If they played bigger venues, there might be some subtle shift in their focus, but it would be organic. I think with truly talented people, that happens naturally." Regardless of future fame and fortune, the Nellies and Schweizer are currently enjoying their comedic partnership. "The Nellies are at the point when they're evolved and objective enough about their work to understand how to receive input in a way that might have been harder for them before," he says. "I think the nice thing about our collaboration is seeing what happens - not whether the show is a big success or if they break through and make a lot of money - but rather, do we get a kick out of each other, and is what I'm doing helpful?" You Are Now Entering Nellie Oleson is playing Wednesdays through Saturdays at P.S. 122. |
October 8, 1998 Critic's Pick And Now... The Nellie Olesons at the Tamarind Theater Reviewed by Brad Schreiber The adorably perverse sketch comedy group, The Nellie Olesons, raises bad taste to a refined art form. While many of the sketches are about sex and gay iconography, what makes the Nellie Olesons so enjoyable, besides their twisted brains, is the commitment shown in their performances. Even the tawdriest material, such as Copeland hawking a product known as the Pussy Pusher is so cleverly written, and performed with such panache, you can't help but laugh - even if (maybe in part because) some parental voice in your head is telling you not to. The Nellie's singing voices are sharp, there's a never-ending flow of wigs and cheesy clothes, and Burns and Michael hit the mark almost every time with their writing. Perhaps the most controversial piece is the most dramatic: a monologue from Cantwell as a dancing club kid who declares that "AIDS is so three years ago." When they're not challenging stereotypes, the Nellies are reinforcing old targets with a new twist - such as Joan Crawford as The Miracle Worker, telling Helen Keller, "Don't you use that tone of voice with me, Missy!" The Nellie Olesons are, God love 'em, as smart as they are sick, sick, sick. |
Monday, October 26, 1998 And Now... The Nellie Olesons at the Tamarind Theater "Olesons" Delights, Disgusts by F. Kathleen Foley Campy, outrageous and refreshingly raunchy, "And Now... the Nellie Olesons" features Nora Burns, John Cantwell, Marissa Copeland and Terrence Michael, all gifted physical comics with split-second timing and a daring disregard for the proprieties. Co-writers Burns and Michael are mavens of tastelessness, penning sketches that span the gamut from the merely outre to the defiantly disgusting. Here, once again, Burns plays goy toy nonpareil Menorah, "the Jewish Madonna," entertaining at a bris with her hunky dancers Isaac and Moishe (Cantwell and Michael). Copeland hilariously hawks X-rated exercise equipment, and Michael, who does a mean Joan Crawford in every sense of the word, shows us what might have been if Mommie Dearest had been entrusted with Helen Keller's (Cantwell) early education. In the stylish opener, Cantwell and Michael play closet homosexuals who gaze longingly at each other across a restaurant, then leap up and perform a pas de deux from "West Side Story" while their wives chatter on obliviously. This is classy, whimsical stuff - but much of the material is so sexually graphic it prompts disbelieving groans as well as laughter. Director Matthew Kasten keeps the action at a spanking pace - no pun intended. |
![]() May 1998, GENRE MAGAZINE Naughty and Nellie Named after the baddest seed ever spawned on the prairie, no bladder is secure when New York City's Nellie Oleson's take the stage. by Max Harrold If the folks at Saturday Night Live ever decide it's time to do dangerous, take-no-prisoners humor again, they'll be crawling through broken glass, fat contracts in hand, to sign the Nellie Olesons. The foursome of Nora Burns, John Cantwell, Terrence Michael and Marissa Copeland have taken gleeful pride over the years in skewering every dearly held convention they can think of but this time out, in their new sketch-comedy collection Full Frontal Nellie, the group pays special attention to the disabled, supposedly the most, defenseless of the sacrosanct. You thought you knew all the Helen Keller jokes? Wait 'til you've seen Joan Crawford as Annie Sullivan in The Miracle Worker ("Helen, look at me when I'm talking to you!") or Marlee Matlin's infomercial hawking a new sing-along headphone set. But before you get your bleeding heart back up, know that these parodies were suggested - in sign language - by differently-abled Nellie fans eager, perhaps, to see themselves dragged down into the gutter beside the physically unchallenged, already down there writhing with laughter in mortified self-recognition from Nellie shows past. "We've been hissed at by some audiences," reports Cantwell like some earnestly twisted Boy Scout who's just gotten his merit badge for Public Humiliation. "Full Frontal Nellie" hits many people's tender spots," adds Burns. And this could be why no one has come calling with big bucks in hand. So might they think about curbing their more vicious impulses? "Never!" says Burns. In the meantime, the intimate atmosphere of a live playhouse affords the Nellies the opportunity for true comic invention as hey catch each other's charged glances and loaded lines like pro ballplayers. They hit their targets dead on and chances are they'll hit your town sooner or later. Full Frontal Nellie is at New York's La Mama April 23 until May 2 |
![]() IN NEWSWEEKLY, Provincetown, Massachusetts A Blisteringly Funny NY Sketch Comedy Quartet Hits Provincetown |
![]() Detour April 1997 by Dennis Hensley "I had my first wet dream about Bob Newhart," confesses one member of the New York-based sketch comedy group the Nellie Olesons. "Mine was Brooke Shields," recalls another. "Brooke and then Mariel Hemingway." The fact that this snippet of dinner conversation just occurred between the Nellie Olesons' two female members should give you an idea of the kind of comedy this fearless foursome traffics in. Pornography, homophobia, sexual-offender notification laws, gay-circuit parties, the post-fame plight of animated heroines Pocahontas and Princess Jasmine; no topic - not even Disney - is off-limits if there are laughs to be had. Got a hot button you want tickled? Call the Nellies. "We're kind of no-holds-barred," says actor/writer Terrence Michael, who co-founded the group over three years ago with actress/writer Nora Burns. "We'll take pot-shots at anything, even ourselves."
The Nellie Olesons, which in its current incarnation includes Burns and Michael as well as newcomers John Cantwell and Marissa Copeland, "have a gay sensibility but not all of our sketches are about that."
Though the Nellies, who have packed 'em in everywhere from Provincetown to Palm Springs, would love to see their particular brand of mayhem reach a wider audience via television, it's performing live that the find most satisfying. |
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![]() October 30, 1998 And Now... The Nellie Olesons by Les Spindle Nellie Oleson was an obnoxiously precocious little girl character and she provides an apt namesake for the gleefully nasty Nellie Olesons comedy team, not only because of the troupe's irreverent send-ups of popular culture, but also because there is a strong leaning toward gay subject matter and/or gay sensibility in the group's zany sketches. The squeamish need no attend, but those like their nellie served up on wry will find plenty of outrageously funny humor in the troupe's latest comic revue, "And Now... The Nellie Olesons." Co-founders Nora Burns and Terrence Michael, along with John Cantwell and Marissa Copeland, superbly create a multitude of over-the-op characterizations in 27 brief skits, under the brisk direction of Matthew Kasten. The satirical targets are wide-ranging: telephone psychics, marketing of the sensual pleasures associated with a certain kinky sexual practice, drugged-out talk show hosts, a stumblng Helen Keller being knocked around by a Mommie Dearest-inspired Annie Sullivan, lesbian jargon translated into graphic sign language, families from hell, psychotherapy for homophobes, phone-sex services, depraved neighbors, a sing-a-long for the deaf led by Marlee Matlin, immoral Disney characters, a gay "West Side Story" and some really raunchy Calvin Klein commercials. Energetically staged by virtue of Cantwell's pulsating sound design and campy choreography and Jerry Browning's flamboyant lighting effects, the show's butt-kicking 80 minutes of nonstop prurience and mean-spirited wit seems to pass in less than half the time. Those who leave their good taste and political correctness at the door will find the Nellie show to be a gut-busting hoot. |
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January 12 - 18, 1996 Fistful of Nellies at Highways review by Terry Maloney If Laura Ingalls Wilder had know that stories of her bitchy, blonde nemesis would spawn a comedy troupe a century later, she'd have thought twice before making the character so deliciously wicked. The Nellie Olesons, a quartet of gay performers who do sketch comedy in the tradition of the Groundlings, seize the spirit of their eponym with some of the most smart-assed camp to come along in ages. Twenty hilarious scenes make this 90-minute show a fast-paced journey, taking us from one-joke bits about the latest Calvin Klein fragrance to fully developed skits such as "You Are Joan," the game show that tests one's ability to use lines from Mommie Dearest in everyday situations. Tony Markham and Terrence Michael are dazzlingly convincing as high school cheerleaders full of unbridled emotion, and later they show their range as Salt 'n' Pepa... on their very own cooking show! Nora Burns shines as Menorah, the Jewish madonna, a standup parody that segues into music with 'I'm Gonna Dress You Up in Mylar." Peg Healey (of the Five Lesbian Brothers) almost steals the show with her vivid portrayal of America's plastic sweetheart in "Malibu Barbie's Dreamhouse." Unable to bend her arms or legs, Healey's character clucks out stilted platitudes like "We girls can do almost anything!" In an ostensibly mechanical situation, Healey cleverly chooses this scene to improvise with the audience, allowing her Barbie to come eerily and effectively alive. Michael is credited with writing half of the evening's sketches, and the rest have been penned by the troupe's three other members. but all the scenes give new life to seemingly tired subjects (Madonna, Mommie Dearest, etc.) While it may be patronizing to say that you don't have to be gay to get the jokes, this ensemble hits on so many levels, no one watching will be able to keep a straight face. |
January 11-17, 1996 A Fistful Of Nellies at Highways Reviewed by J. Brenna Guthrie An evening of sketch comedy can always be a hit-or-miss situation, but when the evening in question is A Fistful of Nellies, it's worth it. The Nellie Olesons, a four-person gay comedy troupe from New York which takes its name from the stuck-up brat on TV's Little House on the Prairie, demonstrate a talent for writing and performing comedy sketches that hasn't been seen since the early seasons of Saturday Night Live. And while the group's coarser sexual offering might not be for everyone, its choices at least elicit a smile, if not more. The talented foursome - Nora Burns, Peg Healey, Tony Markham and Terrence Michael - have compiled a strong show of 20 skits, none of which ever falls flat. Michael seems to be the head writer, contributing to half the pieces presented, and Burns is the anchor on the performance side, appearing in the majority of skits (and getting the most laughs). The high point of the evening is the back-to-back skits "Menorah" and "Malibu Barbie's Dreamhouse." The first has Burns in an hysterical turn as Menorah, the Jewish Madonna, playing a bar mitzvah; in the second, Healey, alone on stage, gives a frighteningly funny portrait of Barbie come to life, right down to the immovability of her arms and legs. Other standout sketches include "12-Step in Motion," which combines a 12-step program with an aerobics class for lots of laughs; "Dog Days," a truly warped look at a family whose behavior takes its love of dogs a bit too far, and "In the Kitchen With Salt 'n' Pepa," in which Markham and Michael execute some memorable funny parodies of the rap duo's hit songs. Also worth mentioning are three Calvin Klein perfume commercial spoofs ("Paradox," "Trick," and, of course, "Nellie"), as well as Burns' wonderfully amusing additions to sign language in "Lesbian Signer." If this show is any indication of what this troupe can do, let's hope the Nellie Olesons plan to make L.A. a stop for all their shows. |
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![]() IN NEWSWEEKLY, Provincetown, Massachusetts July 23, 1995 Big 'Nellies' Gay comedy with a brain by Rick Dunn Taking their cues from Nellie Oleson, the pig-tailed little bitch who roamed the landscape of Little House on the Prairie torturing moral groundhog Laura Ingalls, The Nellie Olesons, a gay and lesbian comedy ensemble, take pleasure in twisting the arms of p.c. mouthpieces, while subverting wholesome gay messages. The real pleasure behind the Nellie Olesons is that their jokes aren't the kind that would fit comfortably on a Don't Panic t-shirt. The Nellies aren't gay parrots spouting the same cheesy gay catch-phrases (like "You go girl") for comic effect. They're a whole lot smarter than that. Their material is routinely intelligent, with several layers of subtext. When they invite Munch's The Scream to sing-a-long with Wilson Phillips, they hit a comic zenith that might only be funny to a handful of admirers, but it is still worth the execution. Currently performing at the Crown & Anchor in Provincetown, the four-member troupe is familiar to New york and Provincetown audiences, but some of their jokes may be lost on all except the media savvy. Nellie Nora Burns provides a scathing spoof of New york cable TV host Robin Byrd by combining sexual come-ons and a children's TV show format. Those unfamiliar with John Water's Female Trouble cannot fully appreciate the ingenuity of "Taffy & the Professor," a skit that lampoons TV sitcoms. The Nellies simply ask more of their audiences than most. During "BAM!", a game show that champions the "victim" mentality, the contestants hang weights around their necks when they have proven they are oppressed. It's an incisive moment in gay comedy, one that rejects the idea that all gay comedy must equal political cheerleading. |
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June 1, 1993 Homo Alone Lost In Colorado St. Mark's Studio Theater review excerpt by Stephen Holden By far the funniest and most original sketch in "Homo Alone: Lost in Colorado," a revue by Planet Q, a talented and energetic young gay comedy troupe, is "You Are Joan," a game-show spoof inspired by "Mommie Dearest." Three contestants, who have presumable been boning up intensively on the best-selling memoir of Joan Crawford's daughter Christina, are asked to respond to questions posed by a host (Terrence Michael) who at the outset seems dangerously unbalanced. Each contestant is asked to dramatize Crawford's responses to trivial things like finding rings around a bathtub or suddenly running into Louis B. Mayer. As the show continues, the host, who wields a wire coat hanger and wears lipstick and a bath towel wrapped around his head like a turban, becomes increasingly agitated. Wrong answers and undramatic responses incite the host to fury, and finally a contestant is drummed out of the show. "Homo Alone" is at its best when poking fun at movies, books, television and advertising. Almost as amusing as "You Are Joan" is an advertisement for an imaginary new Calvin Klein scent, Paradox, which is billed as "the contradictory fragrance," and whose promotional copy far eclipses the blurbs for Obsession it its mystifying purple pretentiousness. |
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