Cinderella Waltz

by Don Nigro

About the Play

A hilarious romp through several well-known fairy tales, Cinderella Waltz provides laughs galore for the audience, as well as interesting and unique challenges for cast and crew.

As the title suggests, the main story parallels that of Cinderella. We have a prince and a ball, a young girl who longs to escape from drudgery, her stepmother and stepsisters, and, of course, a fairy godmother. However, the prince, although rich, is not exactly charming, the stepmother is silly rather than wicked, and the fairy godmother is not what anyone expected!

Then, there are a few extra characters added into the mix: Zed, the village idiot, who is not as dumb as he sounds; Troll, the prince’s retainer, who staunchly denies his identity (although he does admit to having grown up under a bridge); and an old man who has spent forty years working in the cinder mines. The plot itself carries so many twists and turns that by the end, the audience wonders along with the main character, “Which fairy tale is this, anyway?”

Show dates for this production were July 25 - 28.

CAST

THE SNOW FAMILY

Molly Dunbar

Rosey Snow

a.k.a. Cinderella

Rosey: "I think I’ve stumbled in to a fairy tale. First the extraordinary opportunity, then the sudden obstacle. Do I see a pattern forming here? Is this an archetypal situation? Is this a typical fairy tale motif? And, if so, which one? And what should I do about it?"

Mr. Snow: "Forty years in the cinder mines, and I don’t even know exactly what a cinder is, or what it’s good for, or why anybody cares, and I can’t find my pants."

Mrs. Snow: "I’m not a bigot. I love dwarfs. I worship dwarfs. I go to church and pray for dwarfs. There’s just too many of them runnin’ loose around here. Every morning there’s six or seven of ‘em comin’ down the road with pick axes, whistlin’ and singin’ and screamin’. Scares me half out of my pants. A decent woman ain’t safe."

Goneril: "I can’t stand it. I just can’t stand it. Those rich people are going to laugh big laughs at us. Look at these dresses, and this awful makeup, and our hair, for God’s sake. We look like a bunch of female impersonators. Nothing good is ever going to happen to us. We’re doomed. DOOOOOMED."

Regan: "Rich people are so handsome, and different, and handsome, and rich. Oh, I’m in LOVE and we’re going to the BALL! I’m so excited."

 

THE OTHERS

Prince: "I’ve got a slipper here, you see, and I need to find somebody who fits it. My beloved ran from the dance and left her shoe wedged in the lawn sprinkler, and whoever fits it gets a Prince. Me."

Troll: "I’m not really a troll, per se. That’s just my name. My father’s name was Troll. We lived under a bridge. I’m not what you’d call a troll, qua troll. I’m a perfectly normal person. More or less."

Mother Magee: "Gonna be a big day today. I can feel it in my corns. Yes sir, there’s a flutterin’ in my wumpus. Could be a bat got in there. No, it’s destiny, destiny closin’ in on us, fate, karma, dramatic structure, the inevitable galloping kalump kalump towards the climax. God, I got myself so worked up, I’m gonna break wind."

Zed: "Laslfratal. Erg erg. Hosenfoph."