A Fictionalized movie trailer from the website the phat phree.com. An article on the site featured the 50 worst movie pitches. The readers then voted on their favorites and the top 5 vote getters.
Staring the cast of Pimprov…take a peek.
A Fictionalized movie trailer from the website the phat phree.com. An article on the site featured the 50 worst movie pitches. The readers then voted on their favorites and the top 5 vote getters.
Staring the cast of Pimprov…take a peek.
Recently Comcast on Demand show Community Connection sat down with members of Pimprov for an interview. We got some of the behind the scenes stuff that wont air. The program will be on Aug 6. We will post some behind the scenes all week.
Here’s a recent review found on Yelp. Pimprov has made someone very, very happy…
BYOB!!!!
I went in to see PIMPROV! I enjoyed it, for $15.00- it was a great way to do something different than a bar/club scene on a friday night… I laughed throughout the whole night! It was very cute!
It is an intimate setting, so please be on time! If you’re late- you’re taking a chance of being called out…
Come see what all the fuss is about!
Pimprov, Friday nights @ 10:30

*From the Chicago Sun-Times April 12, 2009
People doing improv in Chicago are supposed to learn from their directors, but Marz Timms remembers the night he was the one who did the educating.
Improvising away on stage, he came to a scene where “I was like, ‘bling bling.’ And after the show the director was like, ‘What is this “bling bling” thing that you kept saying?’ ”
It might have been a common term everywhere else, but less so in the world of 1990s Chicago improv, where a black face was about as hard to find as a dude at Lilith Fair. For all that improvisers were accomplishing during that decade– honing the wits of future stars Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Stephen Colbert and Amy Sedaris, and showing the world that improv could be art in its own right and not just a parlor trick — they still were overwhelmingly, embarrassingly Caucasian.
“It was pretty much a North Side of Chicago white fraternity,” Timms says.
But thanks to some deliberate, targeted efforts to acknowledge the imbalance and fix it, Chicago improv is becoming a more colorful world. “It’s a million times better than it was back in the day,” says Shaun Landry, who created the mostly black Oui Be Negroes team here in 1994.
This week’s Chicago Improv Festival reflects that with the most culturally diverse lineup in its history, and a special emphasis on teams and players of color. Landry’s group gets a main-stage slot at the Lakeshore Theatre, as do the African-American ensembles Pimprov, Velvet Gunn and Frangela, and acts starring black comics Jordan Peele and Keegan Michael-Key (see sidebar).
It’s a range of backgrounds that would have been unthinkable when Landry, a Dunbar Academy grad, got started in the late ’80s. For a time, she recalls, she knew of just two other prominent black players in Chicago, and joked that the three of them each staked out part of town: One had the South Side, one had Second City in Old Town, and Landry had the rest of the North Side.
She would play with white teams and find that her color affected the way the improv scenes would develop. No matter what the premise, “it seemed like it had to mentioned that I was black.”
And it wasn’t just her. The two women in Frangela, Frances Callier and Angela Shelton, had the same experience while performing in Chicago in the late ’90s. A line Callier heard a lot: “What do you think, as THE BLACK PERSON?’
Adds Shelton, “They’re not subtle at all.”
Timms, a 35-year-old from Austin, illustrates with a sample scene set in a business meeting. He announces he’d drawn up some sales charts.
“‘But you’re BLACK!’ Or somebody would say, ‘Who let the janitor in here?’”
To be fair, these usually would be the moves of novices, still in training. More experienced improvisers would tend to have more open minds.
Tempting as it may be to chalk up these awkward moments to racism, Landry has another explanation.”It’s done out of fear, fear of not getting a laugh,” she says. “In some people’s minds, it’s funny to be called out that you’re African-American, or that you’re Hindu, or that you’re gay.”
And it doesn’t necessarily ruin the moment — far from it. “This is the biggest improv gift,” she says, ” ’cause now we can really play. Now we can have a good scene” — one that isn’t about sales charts but about something bigger, like racial sensitivities.
So what explains why improv stayed so white for so long? It’s not like any race is better than another at saying funny things off the tops of their heads. As Callier points out, “Black people have been improvising around their kitchen tables since birth.”
They might not know, though, all the ways to put that wit to work. Dionna Griffin-Irons saw that firsthand. She had performed with the diverse casts of Second City Detroit and, on moving to Chicago in 1999, was surprised to find black actors so scarce in the improv theaters.
But the town had talent. “I was going to the South Side and seeing artists — whether they be poets, actors, musicians, singers — who were improvising and flowing, doing their own thing. Maybe calling it a different name, but a form of improv.”
As she saw it, a geographic divide in Chicago was deterring South Siders from making their way to the North Side improv theaters — not just Second City, but also iO, the Annoyance, ComedySportz. Says Landry, “You just couldn’t get on the 6 [bus] at Jeffery and drive two hours all the way downtown, where it ends, and then get on the Red Line to get all the way up to Second City.”
Another thing about improv that Callier notes: “It takes a bit of, I’m gonna say … money?”
Yes, taking improv classes means paying tuition. You might get a scholarship, but even if you excel you’re unlikely to get paid for performing, not unless you get hired by Second City, a fairly lofty achievement.
Other outlets promised a more immediate return. “When stand-up was really hot,” Landry says, “African-Americans were going, ‘Why do I wanna go to iO or Second City when I can come over to the Punchline across the street and they’ll pay my ass for 15 minutes to an hour? Is improv payin’ my bills? No!’ ”
Stand-up comedy is familiar to almost everyone — unlike this other theatrical avenue with its rules and its miming and its debates over short-form vs. long-form. “For black people, doing improvisation is an exotic experience,” Callier says. “It’s kind of a kooky crazy artistic experience, vs. something they begin to understand they can make a living out of.”
Second City got serious about diversifying after owner Andrew Alexander watched an all-white cast struggle to address the Los Angeles riots of 1991. Callier, who grew up on Chicago’s West Side, was put in charge and spent the mid-’90s wooing minority actors and teaching them improv.
That’s about when Landry started Oui Be Negroes. “The big thing was: Be who you are,” she says. “Don’t hold back on anything.”
In part she hoped to provide an alternative to white-majority teams where black actors would avoid roles that might come off as stereotypical: big mamas, pimps, dice-rolling hustlers and the like.
“I prefer that you went that route so you can [act as] a mirror of what we stereotypically are seen as and reflect that back on the stage,” she says. “That’s good theater. That’s making a point.”
When Timms joined Oui Be Negroes, he experienced “culture shock,” so different was it from his work with white ensembles. “It was really, really good,” he says. “You got to express a little bit more of yourself and the things you were thinking.”
The Frangela women, after they’d moved to L.A., started an African-American group of their own, Funny Black People, and it was “the best improvisation I’ve ever seen or experienced because everybody was really on the same level,” Callier says. “It wasn’t about being black, it was just black people improvising together.”
Griffin-Irons now directs Callier’s old Second City outreach programs, putting on workshops there and in schools to introduce young people to improv. One of her main tasks is producing an ever-changing minority ensemble informally known as “Brownco.” She seen walls come down when performers share an ethnicity.
“You put a black woman and a black guy improvising together, and sometimes there’s a colloquial that some people will just get because there’s that shared experience,” she says.
Vallea E. Woodbury is finding that out for herself. At 26, she’s fairly new to improv, having spent most of her fledgling acting career in musical theater. But since passing an Outreach and Diversity audition at Second City, she’s been taking classes there and rehearsing for the Brownco show “No Money, Mo’ Problems,” which opened this weekend at Donny’s Skybox.
“There’s a certain comfort level [on an all-minority team] that I think is there whether subconsciously or consciously,” she says. “I know 99.9 percent that if I make this reference, these people are going to get it.”
She’s heard about white ensembles making too much of a teammate’s race and is pretty sure doesn’t happen as much as it used to. But it still does happen.
One time, as she performed with white players, “the two people before me knew I was about to walk into the scene, and one of them said, ‘Man, I just really hope this person who walks in isn’t a black woman. I can’t stand them. They’re high maintenance.’ And I was like ‘OK, I guess I’d better walk in and make this work!’ ”
Mostly, though, she gets encouragement, from the teachers who show her how to handle moments like that, and from the actors of color who set an example on the Second City stages. “I definitely lucked out with my timing,” Woodbury says. “Had I shown up even five or six years earlier, it might not have been the same ballgame.”
Besides Timms’ Pimprov, Chicago has the African-American teams KevINda and Blackout, as well as groups concentrating on Latinos (Salsation), Asians (Stir-Friday Night) and GLBT life (GayCo).
Landry, 43, sees progress when she lines up new actors for Oui Be Negroes, now based in L.A. after several years in the Bay Area. “I put on an audition and hundreds of people come,” she says. “Back in the day, I was begging people. I was walking up to black people and saying, ‘You wanna be in Negroes?’ ”
But there’s more to accomplish, she says: getting improvisers paid (as hers are), getting improv houses into black neighborhoods, getting more talent involved by reaching out through black radio stations, newspapers and theater companies.
After all, Landry says, “it’s not like we’re some rare breed of people!”
This 12th Annual Chicago Improv Festival is not just a black thing. This year’s multiculturally themed fest also boasts shows performed (at least partly) in German (Foxy Freestyle, Saturday at the Playground), Hebrew (Altermania, Tuesday at ComedySportz), Japanese (Impro Japan, Friday at the Playground) and even sign language (Iceworm, Wednesday at the Gorilla Tango Theatre).
Lifetime achievement awards will be presented to two veterans of the television sketch classic “SCTV”: executive producer Andrew Alexander and actor-writer Joe Flaherty, who played Guy Caballero, Count Floyd and numerous other roles. The presentation starts at 6:30 p.m. Wednesday at Second City e.t.c., 1608 N. Wells ($75). Flaherty also will perform with Toronto’s Impromptu Splendor (Saturday, Donny’s Skybox) and the Chicago duo Bassprov (Sunday, Lakeshore Theater).
More shows happen at a dozen or so other venues sprawled around Chicago, plus one in Schaumburg. For details, go to www.chicagoimprov festival.org.
Direct link: http://www.suntimes.com/entertainment/1522550,SHO-Sunday-improv12.article

A TimeOut Chicago blog entry from yesterday mentions a few people you may know. . .
Chicago Improv Festival: Ghost Town ‘09
Posted in Comedy by Jason Heidemann on April 20th, 2009 at 4:24 pm
In the same way that Ebenezer Scrooge can’t bear the sight of his younger self in Dickens’s A Christmas Carol, I felt haunted by the ghost of improv past at this year’s Chicago Improv Festival. On Saturday night, for example, I was buying gum at the Walgreen’s on the corner of Belmont and Broadway, when, who should I see hobbling in front of me on crutches, but David Razowsky, stellar improviser and ensemble member for the very first improvised show I ever saw (Second City’s U-raq, I Break, also starring Amy Sedaris, Ken Campbell and Jackie Hoffman) way back in 1991. Was that really 18 years ago, I wondered? Seconds later, I’m turning the corner and who should pass me but former Chicago improviser Kevin Dorff—writer for Late Night With Conan O’Brien and recently starring in Adult Swim’s oddball mafia comedy Delocated.
But therein lies part of the joy of the Chicago Improv Festival. Over the course of seven days, the city’s current crop of talent collides with the legends, and the whole shebang is augmented by the out-of-town troupes who wash up on the shores of Lake Michigan and prove that improv isn’t exclusive to the city of big shoulders. In truth, I didn’t see as many shows as I would have liked. A packed work week meant that I was constantly ping-ponging between the fest and other obligations. I managed a half a dozen or so shows over the weekend.
The late-night main stage program on Friday night was Boom Chicago Alumni paired with Oui Be Negroes. I was disappointed with the Oui Be Negroes show. I was expecting a fast-paced half hour of pointed political satire that poked fun at racial tensions in America, but this was only ever hinted at and mostly the material was ho-hum. Boom Chicago, an Amsterdam-based troupe that I managed to catch while visiting the Netherlands back in 1995, trotted out Ike Barinholtz and Jordan Peele for this reunion show. Noteworthy Chicagoans like Dave Asher and Joe Canale, among others, were similarly in attendance. This game-prov-laden show was a joy. While it was admittedly high on zingers and low on substance, that was just fine considering its late-night time slot. In one memorable instance, Peele and Canale started a scene based on the audience one-liner, “I masturbated to you today.” Typically, sex-based suggestions are the worst, but Peele and Canale cleverly turned it into a raunchy exchange between President Obama and Keith Olbermann (you can probably figure out who was masturbating to whom).
On Saturday, I managed to see Pimprov coupled with L.A.-based Doubtful Guests as well as Canada’s Impromptu Splendor! Pimprov was in fine form and it nailed the political satire I was hoping for in Oui Be Negroes, although I do have to admit that these guys are such talented improvisers and comics that they can probably stand to drop the pimp gimmick. As a coworker of mine pointed out, wasn’t the whole pimp thing trendy, like, six years ago? Still, Marz Timms was in fine form and led the troupe through some totally funny bits. The Doubtful Guests were nimble, exhilarating and totally strange. Admittedly, brainy long-form like this probably shouldn’t be slated for a late-night slot, but these Victorian-era troublemakers possess a formidable know-how of the craft. Watching former Chicago improviser Todd Stashwick pantomime loading a 19th-century rifle and blowing his brains out was mesmerizing.
Impromptu Splendor! totally caught me off guard and turned out to be the real winner of the weekend. Unlike most American improv troupes that leap out onto the stage—energy level cranked well past Red Bull levels—in an attempt to whip the audience into a frenzy, this Toronto-based troupe politely walked out and explained that they are an experimental improv group that performs fully improvised one-act plays each week based on a different playwright. When they revealed that they’d chosen contemporary French-Canadian playwright Michel Trembly as their playwright du jour, I admit I initially felt ripped off. What?! Who the fuck is that? The whole joy in this form of improv is that we audience members get to watch how cleverly the troupe apes a known playwright’s style. What good is it if you pick someone obscure to most Americans? But they totally won me over. Equal parts funny and tragic, and aided with the help of improv legend Joe Flaherty, these guys proved themselves to be brave, brainy and incredibly agile. Plus, they instantly moved Trembly to the top of my reading list.
One regret is that I didn’t get to see enough young troupes (If you did, please leave your comments here; I’d love to hear them). My other lament is that crowds weren’t more robust. I don’t think any of the Lakeshore shows I saw were sold out, and my feeling was that audiences tended toward industry insiders. But as long as the CIF is a place where I can find the ghosts of Chicago’s comedy past, present and future all in one place, I know I’ll keep coming back.
Direct link: http://www3.timeoutny.com/chicago/blog/out-and-about/2009/04/chicago-improv-festival-ghost-town-09/

Yes, the guys from Pimprov were on “Straight Talk” this week (April 15) and though it didn’t go unnoticed by all of us at CIC, we did neglect to update the blog with that info. For that…I, your blog admin, am truly sorry.
If you missed out on the appearance (hopefully we can get video posted soon) you can catch the guys on WGN radio at 3am after the Chicago Improv Festival show this Saturday. **Yes, you can stay up that late. Take a nap or something!**
Check out Pimprov’s own Marz Timms on the cover of Fortune magazine. . .

…ballin’
Pictures by Jerry Schulman
First you will be met with a friendly face that will either take your money or check you in on the prepaid list.
Then Marz Timms will greet you as your host.

You may see a stand up..Like Grandma Sex

Then an opening Improv group will perform for about 20 min. Seen here is Angerstein Street.

Finally the Pimps will take the stage.

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