Naturally, he's bathed in a white spotlight.
Naturally, he’s bathed in a white spotlight.
Toss in Epperson’s wide doe eyes and toothy smile and he’s personified a cross between Shirley MacLaine, Mitzi Gaynor and Judy Garland, with a touch of Tina Louise.In short, he becomes the ultimate caricature of a smarmy camp lounge act.
“Lypsinka! As I Lay Lip-synching” is no mere drag show; it’s a tour de force performance that’s even more astounding considering the low-level production values that Highways Performance Space offers.
Epperson is magnetically watchable on the bare-bones stage. He never utters a word, but contorts his face and body in such a way that you spend less time listening and more observing the way he cocks an eye, quivers his vocal cords or purses his lips — all set to a truly eclectic 70-minute array of phrases, bits of songs, telephone rings, film clips and offbeat sound effects.
Lypsinka has turned the mundane entertainment of lip-synching into an art form that shrewdly emphasizes the small brush strokes of inhabiting a
character. And what better array of characters than every campy female icon of the silver screen?
Among the more arcane references that Epperson borrows are Tippi Hedren’s mad scene from Hitchcock’s “Marnie,” a recording of Tallulah Bankhead giving acting lessons and the “She’s my daughter, she’s my sister” bit from Faye Dunaway in “Chinatown.” But there are also lusciously identifiable soundbites from Bette Davis, Joan Crawford, Doris Day, Ethel Merman, Judy Garland and dozens of others.
The overall effect is a rapid-fire sleigh ride through the internal workings of a crazed movie fan’s mind. That might account for the straitjacket, which is quickly doffed to reveal Epperson’s femininely rail-thin figure. But clearly Lypsinka is best left unanalyzed and simply enjoyed. She leaves the aud not only breathless, but panting for more.