You’re the “Private Eye” for Murder at Cafe’ Noir

Get ready to go back to the days of the tough private eyes of the forties– think Bogart, think Robert Mitchum (might be a bit harder), a time when men were men, and women were . . .Lauren Bacall.  ( I met the legend once in her later years, and she still had it–whatever it was.)

MURDER AT CAFÉ NOIR is a spoof on the whole genre of the noir films many grew up on, and some still see on Turner Classic Movies.  Here we have a detective who wants to be the tough guy– just doesn’t quite touch it. He is surrounded on this strange island by a group of shady characters who hang out at the Café Noir, or rather take shelter there.  They all have secrets they hope stay secrets, but it seems that the owner of the hotel/bar knows a lot of them and probably has them written down– possibly on 3 x 5 cards locked away in his safe.

The problem is that the owner has just been found murdered. Who did it and did the murderer make away with the secrets, maybe on 3 x 5 cards?  Rick, our detective who is on site to find a runaway heiress, gets involved in solving the crime.

This play being an interactive murder mystery dinner theatre, the audience, seen as the other customers at the Café Noir– hopefully the ones without secrets– is called upon to help the detective solve the crime.  The evening solves another problem—dinner or a show?