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Steeped in bourbon and gleefully rolled in grit, Hell to Pay is a wicked adaptation of Shel Silverstein’s epic poem, The Devil and Billy Markham.
As in all gambling stories, the devil just can’t be beat, but Billy Markham, a full-time loser from Nashville, does his damnedest every time the devil gives him a chance. In this version, Billy gambles away his soul and that of his true love. The devil, sporting a set of red and black horns cleverly devised out of a satin brassiere, exacts his painful, and painfully funny, dues.
This three-member troupe from Blue Lake, Calif., bring a wild exuberance to a small space, wallowing in the brimstone and smoke, as they contort themselves into a motley crew of rabble, debased by their own foolishly played hands. The devil, his sidekick and his adversary, circle and spar with each other in this 60-minute comedy, illustrating with delightful debauchery the human condition and the tricky balance between good and evil.
— Wendy King