Champagne White returns in hilarious ‘Temple of Poon’

D'Arcy Drollinger, right, is the wisecracking action vixen Champagne White and Adam Roy is Jack Hammer in "Champagne White and The Temple Of Poon." (Curtesy Gareth Gooch)
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If you saw brilliant actor/writer/director/producer D’Arcy Drollinger’s “Shit and Champagne” at the Oasis in January, you’re up to speed for this equally outrageous sequel to the adventures of our intrepid heroine, Champagne White. You’ll recognize some of the wacky characters, all of the fine actors (Nancy French, Steven LeMay, James Martin, Matthew Martin and Adam Roy) and Drollinger’s saucy wit.

Like the previous show, this one is a rollicking, cleverly designed spoof, of sorts, of ’70s sexploitation films, with a hint of film noir and “Monty Python” thrown in.

It’s packed with filthy, lowbrow jokes of the gay persuasion — but you don’t have to be gay to enjoy the all-around merriment.

At the beginning of “Champagne White,” an uncoordinated Champagne (Drollinger in an enormous blonde wig, stilettos and a tiny sequined bikini) stumbles as she attempts to finish her tawdry dance performance at the Sha Boom Boom Room. “I’m never gonna dance again,” she pouts, flouncing off — she was trained, she says, in classical dance: “Ballet. Jazzercize.”

Soon enough, her arch enemy — not, after all, killed off in the previous episode — reappears, always accompanied by horror-movie music. As the now-renamed and endlessly sadistic Pixie Pardonne Moi, Matthew Martin, in purple satin and ermine, is so perfectly deadpan that he needs to do little more than strike a pose, smirk and glower to conjure the character.
Martin’s scenes with Drollinger — especially when the two statuesque actors, teetering in their high heels, attempt to choke each other to death (fight choreography by John Ficarra) and yet somehow end up dancing — are among the funniest in the show.

The plot, similar to the plot of the previous show, concerns a dangerous new drug — a pheromone, actually — called Poussé (yes, Drollinger’s big on low-level puns), promoted as “scent of a woman,” which it is. Literally.
Naturally, Pixie Pardonne Moi is instrumental in its manufacture and marketing, the latest ploy in her ongoing aim to control the entire world.

Along the way, Champagne’s most recent husband is, of course, killed; Champagne’s accused of the crime and thrown into prison, which makes for some wonderfully raunchy scenes of women in an array of orange jumpsuits (great costumes by Tria).

Video (by Richard Neveu), including some chase scenes of Champagne in a nun’s habit careening through the streets of San Francisco on a motorcycle, enriches the scenario.

IF YOU GO
Champagne White and the Temple of Poon
Where: Oasis, 298 11th St., San Francisco
When: Thursday-Saturdays at 7 p.m.; closes Sept. 12
Tickets: $25
Contact: www.sfoasis.com

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