Salon.com Review
APRIL 5, 2010
By Robin Sneed
I Found My People At The Best Church Of God
Yesterday was my lucky day. Easter. Let's see, I'm a Jew, new in the charming city of Chicago, and a beautiful woman tells me about this church she goes to. I want to go because I like her. Wow! Who's bringing the ham?
Not to worry, this intelligent hottie is a vegan. Phew. That was close. Not that I keep Kosher. But, you know. Those principles. Gotta stand on them, even if I don't do a thing about it. It's the American way.
I arrived at The Best Church of God a little before one for the service that brought me to my knees and changed my life. Before attending this 'church,' I had not heard phrases such as: Easter, the goriest day of the year! Or: Easter, the day we celebrate Jesus being beaten, whipped, and tortured! I was so moved that when it was time to take communion, I, a Jew, stood in line to eat the actual flesh of Jesus. Well, sorta. It was wheat bread turned into beef jerky. Yum! I didn't know eating another human could be so tasty! I mean, once I tasted the actual meat of the Lord, I realized I could never be Kosher again.
Seriously, but not at all, The Best Church of God is some of the best satire I have ever seen. They offered two hours of rip roaring, flawless, dismantling humor. Laugh out loud until you're in tears funny.
Cast members Sean Cusick, Erica Elam, Lindsay Coldapp, Brian Henning, Scott Levy, Lauren Maul, Andrew Ritter, Aemilia Scott, Darren Stephens, Trish Vignola, and Dave Urlakis delivered a tight ensemble piece that didn't miss a beat. From the Dance Troupe of The Lord which interpreted the crucifixion through modern dance, to the 'Pastor' conducting this joy ride into irreverance, The Best Church of God is finely tuned comedy in the Second City tradition.
Their performance art has included a 'protest' of Dominick's Grocery Store for carrying yeast. Citing the many references to the evil of yeast in the Bible, The Best Church of God picketed to make people aware that they are doomed to hell if they don't drop the Twinkie and repent. The group also included figs and humans on their important agenda of stuff God hates.
Then it rained. And we had lunch. And I got to walk around with this poetic woman, getting soaked, just wandering.
And I was saved.