Comedy Spotlight: Kings at HUGE Theater, Minneapolis

Promotional Graphic for Kings

When I walked into HUGE Improv Theater to see Hannah Wydeven’s new 9:30 Friday-night show, Kings, all I knew was that it boasted an all-star improv comedy cast and that it was playing at a nonprofit theater in Uptown that consistently sold out its shows. Wydeven, of Show X, a five-year-long-running show in the Twin Cities, has forged a reputation for herself as a force to be reckoned with onstage. It was no surprise, then, as I waited in the lobby and chatted with other theater goers, that I overheard hushed speculation over—now that I’ve seen the show, there’s no less dramatic way to put it—what we were about to witness. Kings was causing quite a stir.

Hannah Wydeven

Hannah Wydeven

The promotional graphics for the show told us everything and nothing all at once: purple lions on their hind legs guarded the name of the show, with a banner, crown and wings splayed around the image like a grand announcement. No subtitle, no cast list. Just a bold assertion.

As it turned out, that’s exactly what Kings was: a bold assertion. When Hannah Wydeven decided to bring together the cast (Josh Kaplan, Nels Lennes, Erin Sheppard, Gubby Kubik, Joe Bozic, Katy Kessler, and Andrew “Lupe” Muraszewski), she knew she had an opportunity to do something different. “I wanted to put together a show that was unapologetic,” she says of the creation of Kings. “Often, people will apologize within a scene to the audience by playing in ‘audience voice.’ An improviser will essentially call out how weird the scene is to say to the audience, ‘I get it, this is strange!’ I wanted to put together a group whose mission statement was to stay away from that voice, and instead embrace the weird.”

In a sentence, Kings is different and Kings is good. But it’s more than that.


Joe Bozic (left) and Lupe Muraszewski (right)

The show opened with Lennes and Muraszewski onstage, ready for their championship game in an undefined sport, being excitedly approached by diehard fans Kubik and Kaplan (who were unable to decide what object to have the players sign). As it drew closer and closer to game time, the fans flitted about, consumed with the prospect of obtaining a signature and apparently unaware that they were causing a delay in the game. As I watched the scene unfold with escalating tension, I visibly jumped in my seat as Wydeven spoke calmly in her best relaxed announcer voice into one of the two standing microphones stationed on either side of the stage that it “looks like there’s a delay in the game.”

It was a scene like any other you might see at an improv show at HUGE, except that it made me anxious in a delicious way. I watched the two sports fans obliviously cause the manager of one of the players to approach him angrily, blaming him for the delay and the potential demise in his career, as Wydeven continued rattling off warnings in her eerie announcer voice from offstage, and I knew that the scene was about to detonate into a worst-case scenario.

(Left to right) Lupe Muraszewski, Josh Kaplan, Nels Lennes and Gubby Kubik

Left to right, Lupe Muraszewski, Josh Kaplan, Nels Lennes, and Gubby Kubik

Instead, the scene abruptly shifted to two people (immediately self-identified as Trickery and Mork) who were lost in a cave, searching for a “breeze hole” to guide themselves out. They quickly found it, but as they approached the hole, they walked straight through it and into a new condominium development named—you guessed it—Breeze Hole. A truck roared by and picked the two up, dropping them off at an apple stand. Moments later, Joe Bozic absently wandered onto the stage and hoisted himself up on the truck. The chant started as a whisper, but soon the whole cast erupted into an unearthly rhyme: “Good luck on the truck. Good luck on the truck. Good luck on the truck.”

As they repeated the rhyme and closed in on Bozic, I clapped once with wide eyes and an open mouth, realizing what it was that I was watching. It was a dream, or maybe a nightmare, or maybe something that toed the line (as our dreams often do). I was inside my own brain when I’m five hours into a full night’s sleep after drinking a bottle of wine and watching a horror film. I looked to my left to see if the realization was hitting everyone else and I was met with chins held high, necks craning to take in every detail on stage. One man had both of his hands covering a laugh while a woman two rows back was holding both sides of her face, palms spread wide, her mouth curved into a knowing and delighted grin.

Hannah Wydeven (left) and Erin Sheppard (right) with Josh Kaplan (back, left) and Nels Lennes (back right)

Hannah Wydeven (left) and Erin Sheppard (right) with Gubby Kubik (back left), Josh Kaplan (back middle), and Nels Lennes (back right)

I watched scene after scene seamlessly shift from nonsensical to plausible and back again. I was brought to an apple orchard when Lennes and Kubik, who had been perched to the side of the stage, watching, decided to “rewind the scene” and play it back in French. Kubik, who apologized for rewinding too far, was met with Lennes’s stare when he turned to her and proclaimed, “Sorrys are just wishes in the ocean.” Erin Sheppard quietly stepped forward and cast an imaginary crumb into the sea, softly repeating Lennes’s words to the audience, and to my delight, the cast took the cue. Approaching the very edge of the stage, they simultaneously flicked apologies into a hypothetical ocean where the audience sat, mumbling Lennes’s line to each other distractedly.

The ocean scenery continued as the cast led through a scene I noted on paper only in one word—Titanic—and through another fantastical rhyme (“If wishes were fishes, everyone would be swimming”) before we were at the penultimate scene of the show. (Admittedly, though, every scene in the show was presented with enough power and urgency to qualify as both the beginning and the end.) There were three chickens (Kessler, Kubik, and Muraszewski) fighting to the death after one greedily stole all the seed. As Muraszewski lay against the wall onstage, dripping blood with his jaw awkwardly hinged to one side, Wydeven perched on a chair and proclaimed, “I don’t like this book, Mom!” with tears in her eyes.

Katy Kessler

Katy Kessler

The stage lights lowered to blackout, and we in the audience all simultaneously woke from the dreamscape of the last hour, rubbing the light into our eyes and the goosebumps from our arms. Then, the sold-out hundred-seat room flared with energy and clapped until our hands hurt. We had spent an hour clutching our hands together in anticipation, and barely able to catch our breath from laughter.

It’s difficult to walk onto a stage and make sense of a scene to an audience member, but it’s perhaps even more difficult to walk onto a stage knowing that you’re about to do something experimental and ethereal and be okay with the fact that it won’t make perfect sense. As Wydeven commented, it’s in our natural tendency as human beings to want to explain ourselves and apologize when we aren’t perfectly clear or concise. The cast of Kings does a tremendous job in discarding the limits we put on our physical and verbal choices, instead choosing to dig into a subconscious level and graze upon the way our brains work when left to their own devices.

It was obvious to me that Wydeven chose the right cast for the show: a group able to be hilarious while playing out unsettling scenes. When asked how she was able to cultivate such an incredible group of improvisers, she noted, “I thought of the weirdest improvisers I could, and I looked for people who take risks that tend to get misunderstood in other shows they do. I also wanted to bring together people that don’t often perform at HUGE and don’t often perform together. Katy Kessler, for example, is a Comedy Sportz pro, but she only plays at HUGE every once in a while. I have played with her before and found that she has no fear on stage. I love that.”

When I emerged from HUGE Theater, I felt the way I imagine it feels to be snow that has fallen off a roof and is beginning to settle into its new shape and surroundings. That is, if snow could feel—which was something I was seriously considering the possibility of, given my altered state of mind. I was delighted and I was entertained, but I also felt like a small part of me would never be the same . . . like maybe, that day, I would be a little more bold and a little less apologetic and a little more accepting of the fact that our brains work in inexplicable ways.

You can see Kings at the show’s finale next Friday, February 27, at 9:30 p.m. at HUGE Theater in Minneapolis for $12 (tickets available in advance online through A ticket to Kings also gets you into the 8:00 p.m. showing of Throwback Night for free. To see the current Friday-night lineup at HUGE Theater on Facebook, click here.

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