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A true theater family (l to r), actress Savannah Randall, director Elizabeth Herbert and choreographer Chelsea Randall.

 A true theater family (l to r), actress Savannah Randall, director (and mom) Elizabeth Herbert and choreographer Chelsea Randall.

It's the truth.

It’s the truth.

“City of Angels,” a Tony-award winning musical comedy from the creator of TV landmark “M*A*S*H,” is a fast-talkin’, toe-tappin’ mash-up of private eyes, crooners and dangerous dames.

As the cast and crew at Langley’s Whidbey Island Center for the Arts prepares for the Feb. 7-22 run, dive into our four-part series that shines a spotlight on what awaits you on opening night.

“I want to see more people smoking! It was a smoking time! Well, maybe not the 15-year-olds…”

As an early rehearsal for “City of Angels” plays out in front of her, in fits and starts, director Elizabeth Herbert is an island of calm.

Low-key and serene, but quick with a subtle one-liner when she needs it (“the cast is all nice for now, but the night is young and this theater is cold”) she has the air of a woman who knows her way around a theater.

And why not? She’s spent her life in the arts.

Her father, Pitt Herbert, was a top-notch character actor, a man who went toe-to-toe onscreen with everyone from Elvis and Paul Newman to Jimmy Stewart and Adam West. She has hung out with the King, traveled with Henry Fonda and has enough tales to write a book.

And the person writing that memoir one day could be her oldest daughter, Chelsea Randall, the show’s choreographer. At the tender age of 29, she’s accomplished more than everyone reading this story, combined.

Seriously. I could write 27,903 words about her talent and accomplishment, and then get the stink-eye from her as she tries to operate on the down low, but we’ll leave it at this — she is definitely her mother’s daughter.

Bounding from her chair, Chelsea shoots under a table and fixes a dance issue (keeping two of her leads, Tristan Steel and Karla Crouch — who live in the black-and-white world — from intruding on the color world while doing a saucy, tennis-themed duet that she crafted for the play).

Like all of the other dance work on stage, it’s not in the original musical.

It’s a tribute to Fred and Ginger sprung from the madly-whirring mind of a woman who glows when talking about the upcoming “Veronica Mars” film or looking at a picture of a cast member’s new pet pot belly pig, yet flicks away talk of her dance prodigy days or her time pitching screenplays in Hollywood.

“Small steps. Big emotion but small steps. DO NOT cross that line. Do … not.”

As her actors let the words sink in, and then nail the dance impressively, Chelsea is already hitting a musical cue, flipping through the script and grabbing at least one sip of coffee, all in the exact same moment.

The person who brought her that coffee, younger sister Savannah Randall, is on stage, effortlessly gliding through the multiple characters she plays, until a coat rack decides to fall at the wrong moment.

The “great coat rack kerfuffle,” as it is tagged by the director, forces a re-start on the scene.

But again, as the pieces start to come together and head towards what will be a highly-polished affair come opening night, the mother-daughter team of Herbert and Randall, working with musical director Shelia Weidenforf, have an uncanny ability to know when to coddle and when to apply a (light but firm) hand.

A mysterious character hides in the shadows, dialing a phone, up to no good.

As he does so, Randall does several laps around WICA’s theater, fixing multiple small issues with a quick flick of a wrist, then settling back down next to her mom, who leans forward and studies the actor.

Herbert imparts a brief bit of character development, then slowly arches an eyebrow as she watches the moment play out.

“Do something creepy. Yeah … maybe not that creepy. We want the audience to stay in the theater.”

Next, in the final part of our series, meet The Usual Suspects, the men and women who make up the cast of “City of Angels.”

To buy tickets head over to: http://wicaonline.com/2013-2014/CITYOFANGELS.html

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Robert Atkinson as the screenwriter at the heart of “City of Angels” and a few of his hard-boiled creations (l to r, Deana Duncan, Tristan Steel and Savannah Randall). (Jeanne Juneau photo)

“City of Angels,” a Tony-award winning musical comedy from the creator of TV landmark “M*A*S*H,” is a fast-talkin’, toe-tappin’ mash-up of private eyes, crooners and dangerous dames.

As the cast and crew at Langley’s Whidbey Island Center for the Arts prepares for the Feb. 7-22 run, dive into our four-part series that shines a spotlight on what awaits you on opening night.

OK, just accept it — Nicolas Cage is not going to be there.

While WICA’s latest production shares a title with the 1998 weepie starring Cage as an angel who swoons over Meg Ryan, the two couldn’t be farther apart.

For one, this “City of Angels” is actually worth paying the price of admission to see.

I’m still haunted by the money I lost to the movie theater in Oak Harbor to see that film shamelessly squander every bit of goodwill that came from its source, the actually quite splendid German film “Wings of Desire.”

But, let’s cut the chatter and get to the pitch.

Why do you, potential theater goer, want to slap some moola down at the ticket booth or on-line to see this “City of Angels?”

Cause you’re not a rube.

You’re a smart guy (or gal), one who will appreciate the intricate wordplay, catchy songs and fluid footwork of a play that stormed Broadway, but has a new flair of its own thanks to the talented trio of dames running things behind the scenes — director Elizabeth Herbert, musical director Sheila Weidendorf and choreographer Chelsea Randall.

The play itself is a fast-movin,’ quick-talkin’ piece that shifts effortlessly from color-drenched reality to film noir-tinted black-and-white as it spins a funny, bouncy tale of old school Hollywood meeting down and dirty private eye films.

Set in the late ’40s, it follows a writer as he tries to keep at least a small bit of his soul intact while battling with a studio boss over his screenplay.

The deeper down the rabbit hole he goes, the more the characters he’s writing — hard-boiled detectives, slinky seductresses, rough-and-tumble goons and swing-dancin’ hobos — come to life, stepping off of his just-typed pages and taking on a life of their own.

It’s got something for everyone.

You got torch songs. You got more people being slapped any place this side of a Seahawk-49ers game. You got nods to everything from “Sunset Boulevard” to Fred and Ginger.

Do you really want to be that person? The one who missed out on all the fun? The one who can’t hum the songs the next day?

No, no you don’t. Because, as we already established, you’re not a rube. At least that’s what I’ve been telling everyone.

Don’t prove me wrong.

Next, in Part Two of our series, meet The Crooner, Jim Castaneda, as he makes the jump from juggling a successful solo singing career and work with his popular band Woodrush to making his community theater debut. 

To buy tickets head over to: http://wicaonline.com/2013-2014/CITYOFANGELS.html

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