Putting aside its opening number and a single proper noun, every word of Bad Dog Theatre’s Dora Award-nominated Holiday! An Improvised Musical has the potential to change from performance to performance. The show’s program explains as much, which should really be adequate assurance, considering the group’s elite reputation in the Toronto improv community.
But as someone who’s seen almost 150 scripted performances in 2024, I found it difficult not to look for signs of premeditation in the opening night performance. While I felt sure the lines were all-new, maybe the general character dynamic is similar each time? Or perhaps the chord progressions? Three days later, I returned to the Factory Studio to see the 75-ish-minute show — created and directed by Jan Caruana — again. It was an ecstatic experience that outed those earlier whiffs of skepticism as silly. I hope that by reading my account, you’ll be able to put aside any impulse to doubt, and submit to Bad Dog’s sorcery on your first watch.
First, the constants. The aforementioned opening (and closing) number is a joyous riff on the title song of Sondheim’s Company that among other lyrical liberties swaps the word “company” for “holiday” and the phrase “phone rings, door chimes” for “eggnog, yule log.” The cast pauses this tune and asks the audience to name something the holidays wouldn’t be the same without; for my first audience’s most impulsive bellower, it was “cheese ball,” for my second’s, “Rudolph.” And, like Company, the basic conceit is that a character named Bobby — played by one of the seven onstage comedians, a lineup that itself shifts nightly — hosts a party. (In the Sondheim show, he’s actually the victim of a surprise birthday celebration, but, you know, close enough.)
Guests with various connections to Bobby soon enter. Across the two performances, our protagonist welcomed spouses, ex-spouses, twin daughters, roommates refusing to wear pants, and a bevy of colleagues (on night one, Bobby was a geology professor, while on night two she was a mid-level employee of “Rudolph Electric” saddled with hosting the company party). And everyone sings. Unlike most musicals, there are no script-only scenes: The action continues to rise until the characters are emotional enough to justify a song.
Scott Christian, a composer and former Second City music director, does the musical masterminding. Perched behind a keyboard, he’ll pick up on where the performers are driving and start playing in the appropriate harmonic world. The goal is to improvise Sondheim-esque songs, but that means an all but unattainable level of complexity, as the team surely knows — it’s a goal to strive for, more than reach (failure is funny).
Still, from Company, I recognized musical nods to “The Little Things You Do Together,” “Not Getting Married” (yes, they attempted a patter song), and “Being Alive,” which the cast referenced at the end of both shows. Sondheim-wise, Christian also employed the chords of “Send In the Clowns.” But at times the influences hailed from elsewhere: I remember hearing snippets of Jule Styne’s plucky “Don’t Rain on My Parade,” from Funny Girl, as well as Cy Coleman’s ominous “Funny,” from City of Angels.
Especially with the Sondheim mandate in play, the potential exists for generic solo ballads to emerge as the default musical mode. On opening night, the improvisation was grounded, packed with characters almost fit for a family drama, and the cast came close to falling into such a pattern, but stayed afloat by abruptly transforming several solos into group numbers; performers not in the scene would rise from their waiting area at the back of the stage and add backing vocals, along with simple choreography.
Night two’s hurdles were rather opposite: With the characters a little more vague, the story started to become overly wacky, landing, as improv so easily can, in an anarchic realm laced with sex and drugs. But the cast seemed to notice they were losing control, and managed to re-focus the lens on Bobby. This incredible ability to problem-solve is part of what makes Holiday so entrancing.
Among a uniformly excellent ensemble stands out Brandon Hackett, part of the cast at my second performance. He introduced himself to Bobby as “father,” implying himself a man of the cloth. But actor Sam Hancock responded as if Hackett was Bobby’s literal father — at which point Hackett made the distinctive choice to mutate his character into a priest-slash-dad hybrid. This led to a glorious confession-themed number in which he revealed himself to be an “ethical slut.” And as if that notion wasn’t funny enough, he rumbled the song out at the very bottom of his range, Judge Turpin-like, convincing me that contemporary musical theatre composers would do well to write more bass-baritone comic relief characters.
Bad Dog knows exactly what it’s doing and doesn’t need my endorsement. Still, it’s lovely to see the company reaching out beyond its devoted fanbase by collaborating with Factory. In February, the improvisers will be back in the Studio to do a show called Hookup — before that, though, I’m considering a third Holiday.
Holiday! An Improvised Musical runs at Factory Theatre until December 21. Tickets are available here.
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Liam Donovan
Liam is Intermission’s publishing and editorial assistant. Based in Toronto, his writing has appeared in Maisonneuve, This Magazine, NEXT Magazine, and more. He loves the original Super Mario game very much.
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