Imagine your odd bachelor uncle comes to your house with hand puppets and flashlights and for the next 60 minutes tells you a convoluted version of Little Red Riding Hood featuring a boy named Kyle, a wizard grandpa and, in place of the wolf, a Moose named Monty (a Jersey wiseguy). Wait, there’s more.
Vancouver’s Jason T. Broadfoot practically demands participation from his audience. When the obviously dangerous Monty the Moose shows up, a firefly buzzes around screaming "stranger danger!" like an overwrought Jiminy Cricket. Kyle asks, "Should I talk to this guy?" Most children know the right answer, but, lucky for Broadfoot, there’s one in every crowd. "Yes? I like the way you think, kid!"
The show is not unsalvageable. Torque up the camp, put a two-gin minimum in the audience and you might have a pretty good midnight fringe show, something akin to Laugh-In’s wonderfully exuberant Alan Sues doing Uncle Al the Kiddies’ Pal. But for the kids? In the words of Monty the Moose: Fuggedaboudit.
— Wendy King