‘Park’ it right here in Sonora

After years of listening to the cast album, I make the trek to Sierra Repertory Theatre for “The Great American Trailer Park Musical”


SONORA — Sometimes I wait for years to see a show. Example: I bought the cast album of a sweet and tuneful off-Broadway offering called “The Great American Trailer Park Musical” probably close to a decade ago. I loved it. And whenever I listened, I’d idly think that at some point I’d finally get to experience an actual production.

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This side of the tracks: The cast of “The Great American Trailer Park Musical.” Photo / Rich Miller, Sierra Repertory Theatre

Which is why I’m at Sierra Repertory Theatre at a Saturday matinee in the cozy East Sonora Theatre, all pumped up to — finally! — see “Trailer Park” the way it was meant to be.


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Come for the ice cream, stay for the mustaches

A profile of the Kings Players theater company in Hanford, where the latest farce brings you murder and outrageously fake men’s facial hair

Theater road trip

HANFORD — When you watch a play at the Temple Theatre, don’t worry about sitting too far away from the stage.

“There’s a saying here that when it comes to your seats, there’s close and there’s damn close,” says John Rabe, theater manager for the 54-year-old Kings Players.

Photograph of man dressed as a priest, a dead body on the floor and a surprised inspector in the in the Kings Players production of 'Murder Me, Murder Me Not.' Photos / Kings Players
Um, there’s a body on the floor: Mike Spicer, left, Kim Spicer and Patrick J. Wilder in the Kings Players production of ‘Murder Me, Murder Me Not.’ Photos / Kings Players

Today I launch an occasional series on The Munro Review highlighting community theaters in the central San Joaquin Valley. I decided to kick off the series with the Kings Players because for all the years I’ve lived in Fresno, I’ve never caught a production in Hanford.

Here’s my overview:

The production: Playing through June 25 is the farce “Murder Me, Murder Me Not,” by William J. Springer.

The arrival: You might think your GPS messed up when you drive toward 514 E. Visalia St. because it looks like a residential neighborhood. But sure enough, there’s the Temple Theatre standing proudly next to an ordinary house.

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