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From the 49 Miles review in the SF Weekly
Review by Michael Scott Moore
SF Weekly
Trevor Allen's new play, like Beach Blanket Babylon, is a musical tour of San Francisco. Unlike BBB, there isn't any singing. This two-hour-plus chain of likely or familiar S.F. scenes follows every inch of the 49 Mile Drive and contrasts personalities you might find along the way. There's the Chinatown native and the Beat Poet, the Burning Man type and the Affluent Art Collector, the Materialistic Yuppie Snob and her Street Chick contemporary (both talking trash about men)... They come and go like vacation slides. The declared idea is to put a symphony of voices onstage, some -- but not all -- lifted straight from notes Allen took on his own meander through the city... Mark Phillips is a lively elephant keeper at the zoo, clarifying the various forms of animal shit. Charles Blackburn plays a vivid retarded man waiting for the bus, and Linda Jones is excellent as a nerdish, excitable authoress in half-glasses and a shawl, giving a talk about astrophysics...
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