This weekend J and I saw Alexandra Billings’ show S/He and Me at the Renberg Theater (one of the spaces at the Los Angeles LGBT Center). Previously, I had only known of her through her portrayal of Davina on Transparent and by stalking her on instagram (goofy and fun). So we went in knowing we might see something fun, but not knowing what the story could be.
It was a beautiful day and J and I both looked amazing. That’s a good way to start anything. The outdoor space in the Village at Ed Gould Plaza is bright and cheery, although since we arrived almost an hour early it was wanting of a bar. Just about everyone we spoke to was friendly and smiling (and also looked amazing – something in the air?). Another good way to start anything.
The theater was cozy and we checked out the posters from past shows (Kathy & Mo, Margaret Cho, no other rhyming names). As we sat, we noticed Trace Lysette and Amy Landecker sit in the front row. In L.A. or NYC, it’s not cool to be a celebrity hound, but I don’t know if anyone can truly admit they don’t get a little leap of the heart when they see someone they just watched on TV the night before. One time Harvey Firestein smiled and waved at J before leaving the stage after his performance of Tevya. It’s fun, sue me.
The show opened with Alexandra singing a quiet, slow song. She gave a short monologue peppered with wisecracks at piano player Jarod, who played throughout the show and did a fantastic job. I’m not sure if the jabs were scripted, but they were funny and made me feel like the whole audience was part of the show. For such a personal story as this one, I think that was essential early on.
The unexpected part was Alex stripping almost nude. She gave a brutally honest and startlingly funny monologue about her body, which J and I both appreciated considering both of our own body issues. I would say that she was brave to do it, but I get the impression that Alexandra Billings is someone who doesn’t deal in bullshit anyway. I could see her confronting a quietly staring man with, “These are my boobs, do you want a closer look?” and then going back to whatever she was doing.
The entire cast was wonderful and stayed true to their characters throughout the show. As Scott/Alex’s father, Jeff Paul was both funny and at times very scary (more on that later). Valerie Stafford as Mimi, Scott/Alex’s mother, was mesmerizing every time she was on stage. Joey Ruggiero (Scott) and Kayla Kearney (Chrisanne) brought tons of energy to the show, as did Maddie Larson and Christian B. Schmidt.
The production was simple, yet effective. Behind the performers a sort of slide show played at times, with old photos of the real Scott, Chrisanne, their parents, and of course Alex herself. The musical numbers were fun, especially the ones with Alex and Mimi, who at times camped it up and made some hilarious and unexpected sexual references.
The show was funny, heartwarming and at turns shockingly scary for me. In one scene, Scott/Alex’s parents are arguing and after it crescendoed into a full-out screaming match, my nerves were frying. Suddenly, Alex yelled “STOP,” and I felt like it would have come out of me if it had gone on longer.
There were a few times where I was confused by what was happening and in other moments I identified with exactly what was going on. I could have written some of the lines myself, such as when Alex’s parents separately ask her “Why?” (referring to her gender change) and her heartbreaking answer both times is, “I don’t know.”
My favorite moments were when she broke the fourth wall. As she talked about her long-time relationship with Chrisanne, J and I squeezed each others hands several times. We’ve known each other since we were 14 and 16, have been married almost 25 years and working through my gender issues. It was sweetly touching and very close to home.
At turns ribald, raunchy, sentimental, sad, and wildly celebratory, S/He and Me was really fun to watch. We left the theater feeling light and happy.
Even without a bar.