Read the full article by Odin Rasco at Sacramento News & Review
Every time I walk away from a Sutter Street Theatre show, I will inevitably think of the old idiom, “big things come in small packages.” The playhouse is wedged between businesses in the Folsom Historic District. The demarcation between the stage and foot room for the front row is hazy at best and even a small cast seems perpetually short on elbow room. And yet, Sutter Street Theatre’s “Young Frankenstein” thrives in this small space, bringing the musical adaptation of one of Mel Brooks’ most-loved films to life (not unlike a certain hulking cadaver) and eliciting laughs that fill the playhouse frequently.
For the uninitiated, “Young Frankenstein” is the tale of a successful and serious scientist, Frederick Frankenstein (Terry Martin). It’s pronounced “Fronkensteen,” according to Frederick — who has lived his life doing his best to avoid any association with his monster-making grandfather. But when he inherits his grandfather’s castle in Transylvania, he’s pulled inextricably into the same sorts of science that saw Frankenstein Sr. labelled a madman.