The plot, in a nutshell: Grandpa is pissed off, surly, Jewish, and recently deceased. Seeing how he died so close to Christmas, it's only fitting that the family should once again follow their annual tradition of gathering at Grandpa's house and telling stories around a bonfire in the back yard -- much to the chagrin of Grandma and her "sympathetic friend" Ty.
I spent about fifteen minutes writing that summary because it's a very difficult show to describe. The basic plot is a very tired, overused contrivance -- the sort of thing you'd expect from something with the word "Christmas" in its title -- but to say that it's a parody of those conventions barely scratches the surface of the play's appeal. A Very Bitchy Christmas is one of the loudest, funniest, weirdest, most manic plays I've seen at Broom Street. Brian Wild (livejournal's very own matchstyx) wrote and directed it, and described it to me on Friday as "Joel Gersmann meets Monty Python." That's a pretty good description. It's really funny, it's really wild, and it's really quite offensive. I wouldn't bring my parents to it, but I'm going to try to drag at least a few friends out to see it since it's a) cheaper than seeing a movie, and b) more fun than anything I've seen in a movie theater in recent memory.
Apparently I'm not the only person who liked it, because they sold 82 tickets on Saturday and had to turn away 30 people at the door (hey Brian, I can take that figure out if you like).
The show runs Friday, and Saturday nights at 8:00 and Sundays at 2:00 through December 17th at Broom Street Theater. Tickets are $8. Do yourself a favor and see some cheap, experimental, good theater, you uncultured boob. And merry friggin' Christmas.