Then she realizes that most of the eligible men in her age range have prostate problems.
Not to mention the fetishes that raise the blood pressure of horny, potential bedmates.
The play “Curvy Widow” will be at the Post Street Theatre and will run from January 24th to February 15th.
While Shepherd carves out some real moments of emotional truth (such as the widow’s raw sense of loss over her dead husband), there’s not enough substance here to make up for all the wisecracks that don’t pop.
This show makes Theresa Rebeck’s “Bad Dates” look like Shakespeare. Goodbody, “Curvy Widow” is decidedly un-risqué, save for the times our girl wanders onto an X-rated Web site rife with, shall we say, hot links.
Yet, every time that stiffness melted, she exuded the same sultriness (“The Last Picture Show”) and chutzpah (“Moonlighting”) that made her famous. Uncertain, she gets herself a pithy e-dating handle, Curvy Widow, and hits with a vengeance.
And there’s no doubt she can still slink up a storm and toss those curly blond locks as if they were lethal weapons. Shepherd plays a plucky survivor whose boyfriend just dumped her (for his wife). Getting the audience to pull for her counts for a lot as Shepherd regales us with stale tales of the rats and rakes that are the lot of a single gal in her 50s.
Under the hashtag “Curvy Widow,” she gets a whole new education crammed with surprises, like an X-rated Christmas stocking.
Most of the rituals are explored in occasionally amusing but mostly undistinguished songs that sound more provocative than they really are, with titles like “Gynecologist Tango,” “Log On, Get Off” and lazy lyrics that rhyme urge and purge. Opel is named Bobby Goldman, which immediately gives away who the character is based on.
It’s truly a pity, because there’s surely a gem of a play to be written about sex and the single tigress. But you can’t help wanting to “You-go-girl” Shepherd for giving it a shot.
‘Curvy Widow’ Written by Bobby Goldman, starring Cybill Shepherd mercurynews The upshot: Cybill Shepherd’s considerable grit and glamour can’t mask the spotty wit and dated material that mark this one-woman show.
The men she meets and experiments with in a variety of bedrooms turn out to be a sad and selfish assortment of fools, jerks, losers, and husbands who are unavailable on weekends and holidays.