This hilarious Off-Broadway smash returns to Los Angeles, featuring Dixie Longate, the fast-talking, gum chewing, ginger-haired Alabama gal who is bringing your grandma’s Tupperware party out of the living room and into the 21st century. Audiences howl with laughter from her outrageously funny tales, homespun wisdom, audience participation, and uses for Tupperware that you never thought possible.
For anyone who has ever felt like they don’t matter, Dixie’s Tupperware Party is a southern tale of empowerment that leaves your heart a little bigger and your food a little fresher.
Dixie's Tupperware Party is too much fun! You live the experience if you are of the mindset that you are there to buy Tupperware and listen to the presentation (catalogue provided). It just flows to incredible heights.
Grab one of Dixie's special elixirs in a Tupperware sippy cup from the lobby bar and don a name tag provided at a table close by before the show as many audience members, especially four very lucky ones selected to sit on the stage and participate during the party, are often called upon to answer questions and share their thoughts about life and, of course, personal stories about Tupperware memories from your own childhood.
Dixie Longate hasn't only arrived at the Douglas to sell us Tupperware, thank goodness for people like me for whom the kitchen is a foreign country and already have a set of hermetically-sealed containers to keep our weed fresh and fragrant. Don't get me wrong: "Dixie's Tupperware Party" is, first and foremost, absolutely hilarious. It is uniquely energized by Our Miss Longate's unearthly manic energy, blasting through an hour-and-a-half informercial like Bette Midler on uppers (been there) and throwing out a plethora of cleverly off-color innuendos tumbling from her ruby-red lips.
It's not quite a Christmas show, though Dixie pays cursory homage to it, as well as Hanukah, Kwanza and Ramadan, none of which she cares to pronounce remotely accurately. But the feeling promoted by Dixie, and her colleague Kris, is one of communal humor and an appreciation for what makes us human. And that's a worthy gift this holiday season.
Dixie's Tupperware Party is too much fun! You live the experience if you are of the mindset that you are there to buy Tupperware and listen to the presentation (catalogue provided). It just flows to incredible heights.
Grab one of Dixie's special elixirs in a Tupperware sippy cup from the lobby bar and don a name tag provided at a table close by before the show as many audience members, especially four very lucky ones selected to sit on the stage and participate during the party, are often called upon to answer questions and share their thoughts about life and, of course, personal stories about Tupperware memories from your own childhood.
Dixie Longate hasn't only arrived at the Douglas to sell us Tupperware, thank goodness for people like me for whom the kitchen is a foreign country and already have a set of hermetically-sealed containers to keep our weed fresh and fragrant. Don't get me wrong: "Dixie's Tupperware Party" is, first and foremost, absolutely hilarious. It is uniquely energized by Our Miss Longate's unearthly manic energy, blasting through an hour-and-a-half informercial like Bette Midler on uppers (been there) and throwing out a plethora of cleverly off-color innuendos tumbling from her ruby-red lips.
It's not quite a Christmas show, though Dixie pays cursory homage to it, as well as Hanukah, Kwanza and Ramadan, none of which she cares to pronounce remotely accurately. But the feeling promoted by Dixie, and her colleague Kris, is one of communal humor and an appreciation for what makes us human. And that's a worthy gift this holiday season.
