by Zoe Erwin-Longstaff
Sometimes the joy of witnessing improvisational art comes from the feeling that you are seeing something that must have been rehearsed – how could anyone make such coherent and hilarious observations on the fly? On this particular night Hipbang’s work had more of a jerky quality, which provided a different kind of pleasure. We watched the cogs turning in their heads as they played off each other embracing the sometimes threadbare connections between skits. These guys, who are obviously great pals, had such fun tormenting each other throughout the scenes, one even subjected the other to stripping down and posing in his tighty-whities. I was particularly impressed with how much Hipbang circled back to previous sketches and the obvious chemistry that united their dual performance.