Meet voluble Pepe, patriarch of the world’s most dubious clan of Mexican entertainers, who has retained his unwarranted confidence over the decades since his brood began touring the bottom-rung nightclub circuit.
Now the franchise has moved into big top territory. Most of the animals they began with didn’t make it across the border, but that won’t hinder this feckless familia any more than its dumpster dressing room behind el Teatro Skylight.
Welcome to “El Grande Circus de Coca-Cola.” Ron House’s follow-up to his, John Neville-Andrews, Alan Shearman and Diz White’s 1973 international phenomenon is a knee-slapping festival of broad hilarity.