The Prague Fringe Festival, Second Night
May 30, 2006
6 p.m. Scott Capurro, Yankee Dog Pig
Scott Capurro is crude, rude and out of line. He’s also hilarious. There is nothing sacred in Capurro’s world. In fact, everything from Anne Frank to racial stereotypes is fair game. Even Capurro’s queerness is worth a lacerating look. Discovering at the ripe old age of 43 (“80 in gay years”) that he’s finally had sex with someone HIV-positive, Capurro can only say, “At last, I feel like a real gay man.” He’s of course not worried, as he is white, plus he takes echinacea, so…Capurro’s quick wit cuts to the quick, and woe betide anyone with a thin skin who sits in the front row, as you, my a p·novÈ, are part of the act. Actually, not everyone–only young men with good haircuts and interesting glasses (obviously gay) or women with short hair wearing casual clothes (obviously lesbian). He’s the anti-Oprah (another favorite target), interacting with his audience as part psychotherapist, part assassin. Capurro is the type of person who plans to sue his Catholic school because the priests didn’t molest him, and you feel for him. Such examples of his personal pain make you find this man with the dagger tongue endearing. Shame he only played Prague last night.