The Book of Moron | Playhouse @ Westport Plaza

This one-man play is a hilarious romp through the world of scruples, political spin, and rediscovering one’s true self.

The Playhouse at Westport Plaza welcomes Robert Dubac’s The Book of Moron: If Thinking Were Easy Everyone Would Do It. The one-man play, written by and starring Robert Dubac, is a hilarious romp through the world of scruples, political spin, and rediscovering one’s true self.

Robert—also known as Bob—has recently lost his memory. He remembers his outside self, like his name and the fact that he left his dog locked in his car, but his true inner self is a complete mystery. He receives some guidance from the voices in his head: his voice of reason, his voice of sense, his inner moron; his inner child, and best of all, his inner asshole. Each of the voices guides him on his journey of self-rediscovery and usually—in the funniest ways—contradict one another.

Dubac’s performance as Bob was especially hilarious. The way he tells his story is engaging from the start. No subject is safe from Dubac’s razor-sharp wit: politics, religion, sex, media—all are on the table for him to skewer. I was worried about how he was going to approach some of these subjects, as St. Louis audiences have a tendency to button up, especially where politics and religion are concerned. Fortune smiled on this night, as this audience went all in with Dubac and howled at his spot-on observations.

The charm of Dubac is how quickly he can roll with the punches. His ability to know when something is working—and when it isn’t—makes this show sparkle. Even some missed lighting cues didn’t faze the actor, as he was able to give some quick stage directions to the crew and still delivered punch line after punch line. His ability to morph from one character to the next was as impressive as his physical comedy. The man has some talented ears. I am just going to leave it at that.

While his delivery reminded me of greats like George Carlin, Richard Pryor, and Jerry Seinfeld, Dubac has a special kind of charm. The way he frames his everyday observations is heartfelt and wickedly clever. His jokes do make you think, and laugh, about how ridiculous we are as a society. His musings on same sex marriage, Republican vs. Democrat, and vocabulary depth really gave me something to chew on as a budding philosopher. As my Psychology professor taught me, the best way to teach someone is to make them laugh: It keeps the endorphins up and the subject engaged. Dubac does this in spades, as he sets you up with a laugh and then hits you with the truth. It worked devastatingly well, as the audience laughed with Dubac and at ourselves.

Do yourself a favor and catch this show before Dubac heads out of town after January 1. 2016 has been a rather crappy year, but you can definitely end it on a high note by attending this thought-provoking production. That said, in case you can’t make this show, Dubac will be back with more uproarious reflections with another one of his shows, The Male Intellect: An Oxymoron? from March 14 to 26 at the Playhouse at Westport Plaza. If that show is even half as good as The Book of Moron, St. Louis is in store for another side-splitting, gut-busting, knee-slapping kind of night.| Jim Ryan

For show times and ticket prices, please visit www.westportplayhouse.org.

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