Described as a comedy in two solo acts,
Overall, this is an entertaining pair of pieces, although at a combined total of eighty minutes, each act was a little too long for either performer to sustain.
There is much humour, most of which is best described as camp, and Sosa relies entirely on gesture and mime to carry the narrative; the only prop is a chair. While he manages this well, the main problem is that, with so many characters to portray, including various genders and orientations, they come across as pretty much the same, with little vocal variation. Towards the end of the drama, we learn that our character has been reunited with his father, at which point the promised multimedia kicks in and we see a short film of Sosa and presumably members of his family. But it is still unclear whether this is autobiography; less clear is why the title, Mangoes and Rice, finally appears at the end of this film, which completes the first ‘act.’
With little time to make sense of this, we move into the second solo act, written and performed by Casey Dressler. This time a straight-forward title is descriptive: The Wedding Warrior. Here, the humour is more slapstick than camp, as we are taken through the trials of a 30-something wedding planner who is adamant that she hates weddings. She does, of course, secretly yearn for that superstitious benediction of being thrown the wedding bouquet and when that point comes in the ceremony she puts aside all professional propriety and goes for it.
Anyone familiar with a similar scene in The Vicar of Dibley will be unable to watch this without Dawn French coming to mind, but there the comparison ends. Dressler manages to portray her array of characters with more variation, and this section, or act, doesn’t end with a video, although her biography suggests that this too is largely taken from personal experience. Overall, this is an entertaining pair of pieces, although at a combined total of eighty minutes, each act was a little too long for either performer to sustain.