Our affection for the campy Bryant-Lake Bowl musical comedy The Temp was due in no small part to the zealous performance of the rubber-faced Michael Ritchie. As Richard, the greasy, bespectacled, sniveling office reject, Ritchie brought apoplectic gonzo gusto to the task of bumbling his way out of a job. As his character turned into a cape-wearing, sneering, Michael Crawford-wannabe psychotic who calls himself the Phantom of the Storage Room, Ritchie slithered, cackled, pranced, and hissed with exuberant tongue-in-cheek melodrama. His snarf-inducing timing was ideal for a script written by and for a generation raised on the ironically nonironic humor of The Muppet Show.