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I’ll admit it—I’ve never watched an episode of The Real Housewives. So, heading into Hell in a Handbag’s latest holiday production inspired by the series, I braced myself for a barrage of references that might slip past me. Turns out, I caught the vibe almost instantly—and once I did, the jokes flew fast and furious.

So, after a bit of research - for anyone else walking in blind - The Real Housewives is a reality TV juggernaut that blends glamour, intrigue, and high-stakes drama into a cultural phenomenon - and yes, the claws can come out. For nearly twenty years, the franchise has captivated audiences with its blend of luxury lifestyles, fiery confrontations, and unforgettable personalities - cementing its place as one of the most influential and enduring phenomena in modern pop culture. What began in Orange County soon spread to New York City, Atlanta, New Jersey, and beyond. But thanks to Hell in a Handbag, it was only a matter of time before The Real Housewives set up shop at the North Pole. That’s right - The Real Housewives of the North Pole is here.

The North Pole has never looked frostier. When Santa and his circle of high-powered holiday elites find themselves slapped with indictments for fraud, sending shockwaves through the snowy kingdom, the glittering facade of candy-cane wealth begins to crack. Now it falls to the women to rescue their families from looming financial ruin. Though practical survival skills are in short supply, the burden falls squarely on the housewives to rebuild an empire. Years of privilege have left them with closets overflowing in luxurious clothing and jewels, but little else to shield them when their glittering world is suddenly under threat.

In quintessential Handbag camp style, we’re introduced to the housewives who truly matter the most when the holidays roll around. At the heart of the series is Santa’s wife, Ruth Claus (Honey West), freshly embracing sobriety while wrestling with the family finances. Her anchor in the storm is the irresistibly suave Carlos (Taylor Mercado Owen), a sobriety coach whose steady charm keeps her grounded amid the glitter, chaos, and sappy drama of the North Pole. Always on the hunt for drama and the makings of a hit, BRAVO network producer Andy Cohen (David Lipschutz) wastes no time assembling a roster of North Pole divas. Enter Mrs. Samantha Frosty (Robert Williams), Mrs. Gladys Dasher (David Cerda), Clarice, the long-suffering wife of Rudolph (Anna Rose Steinmeyer), and Suzy Snowflake, Jack Frost’s icy better half (Britain Shutters). Once these housewives collide, the antics escalate at lightning speed - each outrageous clash topping the last, turning the show into a blizzard of hilarity and brawls.

As petty catfighting and ditziness reach new heights, make-up artist Cookie (Terry McCarthy) goes to heroic lengths to keep the housewives looking fabulous - even if it requires the occasional power tool. Meanwhile, the poor Production Assistant (Kelly Opalko) can’t catch a break, as no one seems able to remember her name… Petra, maybe?

(front, center) Anna Rose Steinmeyer with (back, l to r) Robert Williams, Taylor Mercado Owen, David Cerda and Britain Shutters in Hell in a Handbag Productions’ world premiere of The Real Housewives of the North Pole.

While visually filling to watch the chaos and absurdity unfold on stage, The Real Housewives of the North Pole also makes clever use of multimedia, employing dual screens to showcase interviews not only with the housewives themselves but also with a parade of special guests - including Santa (Michael Hampton) and Bernice (Ed Jones), the typical “average housewife.”

Amid the whirlwind of onstage action, there’s still another performance that deserves recognition. Stage Manager/Board Operator Conor Frank delivers one of the production’s most quietly dazzling performances, orchestrating an entire symphony of effects from the wings. With remarkable precision, he juggles live foley work and layered audio cues, transforming everyday objects into bursts of comic timing or atmospheric texture. Watching him at the side of the stage is its own kind of theater - an intricate dance of concentration and creativity that underscores the madness onstage.

A genuinely one-of-kind theatre company, Handbag’s comedic talent never fails to impress as their entire ensemble was outstanding, and their uncanny knack for casting ensures each role feels tailor-made. And just in time for the holidays, Hell in a Handbag has pulled it off yet again - another dazzling feather tucked neatly into their fabulously overstuffed cap. With David Cerda’s sharp pen and Tommy Bullington’s spirited direction, The Real Housewives of the North Pole serves up a frosty feast of holiday hilarity that should not be missed.

Recommended for lots of laughs and Handbag-style holiday cheer!

The Real Housewives of the North Pole is being performed at The Clutch Chicago (4335 N. Western Ave) through January 4^th. For tickets and/or more show information, visit www.handbagproductions.org.

*Special note - FOLLIES the Annual Hell in a Handbag 2025 Benefit will be taking place at Ebenezer Lutheran Church in Chicago’s Andersonville neighborhood this Sunday, December 7^th at 5:30pm-9pm. Per Handbag’s site, the evening will include dinner, drinks, entertainment, a raffle and silent auction.

Tickets ($104 general admission, $129.75*) are available (click HERE for tickets). *Prices include processing fees.

Handbag celebrates its 24th year with a very abbreviated production of Follies – performed Hell in a Handbag style! Watch as aging showgirls, draped in sequined desperation, reunite to belt out twisted parodies of Stephen Sondheim's most iconic numbers including “I'm Still Here,” “Losing My Mind,” “Broadway Baby,” “Beautiful Girls” and other favorites It'll be the hits you love and a show you'll desperately try to forget (with apologies in advance to the spirit of Mr. Sondheim).

The entertainment line-up features ensemble members David Cerda, Sydney Genco, Caitlin Jackson, Ed Jones, Lori Lee, David Lipschutz, Stevie Love, T.J. O'Brien, Michael Rashid, Danne W. Taylor and Robert Williams, along with some surprise guests.

Fun! Funny! Funnier! If you are fan of The Golden Girls TV show, then run, don't walk, to see Hell in a Handbag’s The Golden Girls: The Lost Episodes at Mary's Attic before its special, recently extended, run is over. The show opens with a heart lifting, hug your best friend singalong of the sitcom’s famed theme song, "Thank you for being a Friend" - in its fantastic entirety! 

Plenty of fans arrive in costume to see the show and in between the hysterically funny, bawdy, R-Rated "Lost Episodes” theatre goers are entertained by Golden Girls trivia contests with fun prizes, so live it up. 

Hell in a Handbag Artistic Director David Cerda wrote the show which parodies the famed 1980’s sitcom where four women who share a home in a Miami Senior Community are not ready to stop living life to the fullest. Cerda is fantastic as the deadpan Dorothy even with the use of just one syllable – “Mah!" David, who recently won a well-deserved special Jeff Award (Congrats!) for all of his amazing contributions to theatre in Chicago with his much beloved production company Hell in a Handbag, evokes laughs with every shoulder-padded shrug and anchors the show with his dead-on funny accuracy in the role of Dorothy that actress Bea Arthur made famous. 

I don't know how he does it but every single show David writes is unique, displays every cast members talents superbly, heartfelt and funnier than the last. In this show, he takes the iconic TV show and brings it to a new level, creating hysterically campy “lost episodes” that one could only wish took to the air during the series’ heyday.  

Blanche is played with true southern sex appeal by A. J. Wright. Wright is mind-blowingly accurate in his portrayal of the flirty man-eater. Wright is so convincing, I had to occasionally close my eyes and just listen with delight, because I really felt he was a woman channeling Rue Clanahan, not a man in drag. The razor-sharp tongued Sophia played by Adrian Hadlock is also right on the mark with his dry as a martini, machine gun-like delivery of every single one-liner.

Ed Jones rounds out this fearsomely funny foursome with his always gentle, never forced portrayal of the delicate and ditzy, Rose, often forced to do and say indelicate things! Handbag favorite Ed Jones is - as ever, roaringly funny and true to Betty White's every gesture, even to her dazed and confused looks of naivety. As in all of Handbag’s productions, Golden Girls is equipped with a stellar ensemble, this show including hilarious performances by Chazie Bly, Kristopher Bottrall, Grant Drager, Lori Lee, David Lipschutz, Terry McCarthy, Michael S. Miller and Robert Williams.

Not ignoring the other fine touches that make this such a fun experience, Myron Elliot’s costumes and Keith Ryan's wigs and makeup are a laugh riot in themselves and really help each actor achieve the eerie accuracy that makes this a true golden fest for fans of the show. 

David Cerda and I have some kind of strange psychic connection in that his shows always seem to coincide in some synchronistic way with things going on in my life and family, and Golden Girls was just what I needed to see. My mother and I lived in Miami Florida throughout my whole young adult life and the week I saw this production of Golden Girls (one of my mom's favorite shows to watch with me) she was in the hospital and I was extremely stressed and worried about losing her. When David says as Dorothy about her mother Sophia, "She's probably thinking back to her youth in the fields of Sicily," and then sighs, "God, I'd wish she'd just die," I had to let out a cathartic laugh because it was just such a perfectly funny, subtext of compassion coupled with frustration of the statement of all mother/daughter love when stretched to its limits. I loved it. Naturally, I don’t wish such a thing, but Cerda’s writing has a way of somehow finding love and humor in even such a statement.  

I didn't stop laughing or smiling from start to finish of this uproariously funny take on the Golden Girls that no fan should miss. Even if you are not familiar with the show, it’s worth checking out. Don't worry, you’ll pick it up quickly. And like many Hell in a Handbag shows, there is an intermission long enough to stretch, grab a drink and use the restroom which allows you to really allow the funniness of the first act to sink in. Increasingly I find myself enduring 90-minute or longer shows with no intermission as if the audience is trapped in some kind of marathon endurance test of our concentration and bladders! But not at Hell in a Handbag shows, which proves yet again that David Cerda is in tune with everything a Golden Girl needs to truly enjoy a laugh packed night out with your best friends. Much Thanks to David Cerda for "being a friend!”

Golden Girls: The Lost Episodes is being performed at Mary’s Attic in Andersonville on Wednesday and Thursdays at 7:30 p.m now extended through September 16th. Saturday dates have been added for August. Tickets are $20, but are just $16 if purchased in advance. To purchase tickets or to find out more about this hilarious show wonderfully directed by Shade Murray, visit handbagproductions.org.