By Elaine Liner
By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
Throughout the piece, which is well-directed by Undermain treasure Bruce DuBose, five executives are engaged in some vague powwow. It's never quite clear what they do for a living, however. Loosely, we can guess it involves marketing and finance, probably some service industry connected to the mysterious Infobahn.
Like the case of Jarndyce v. Jarndyce, from Dickens' Bleak House (in which no one, defendant or plaintiff, can remember what the lawsuit is about), none of the participants in this all-important board meeting can remember what significant venture they're meeting to discuss.
The gang hangs out in a boardroom that could be in a manse or office building. Like most meetings, it involves a lot of mysterious papers, folders, and physical posturing, and interruptions like, "the best silk comes from Thailand, the best coffee comes from Zimbabwe..."--a riff performed by Katherine Owens in an ecstatic, nearly fugue state. Other discussions include the best seafood place in town and what a good address Lavery Road is, unless the city (presumably New York, Chicago, or Los Angeles) builds that floating prison they keep talking about. When the group gets down to brass tacks, which is rare, they speak only in sports and war metaphors before losing focus and trailing off once again.
They are suitably boxed into a marvelous set designed by Robert Wynn. He places the office behind a scrim attached to stone pillars on three sides, and in the Undermain's basement theater the effect is that of a bomb shelter. African masks adorn the walls, and during periods of mayhem, an eerie light appears under the door. The light is so blinding it seems either alien or spiritual, as if it is trying to lead these executives out of red tape, red lining, and red herrings and into a higher, out-of-body realm. But no one here can seem to find the way out, even when the door is open.
The architecture of the play relies on simple repetition. Several episodes of "brainstorming" devolve from idea sessions full of corporatese and battle metaphors to childish, hilarious displays of one-upmanship and ugly bouts of paranoia. Each of these sessions is framed by three motifs: the screaming expletives of a creative business guru (Robert Erwin as David) complete with receding hairline and tiny grey ponytail; a musical chairs routine gone amok that makes the boardroom reminiscent of the game room in a psych ward; and the strains of motivational tapes that seem to be piped in from heaven.
The biggest problem with Tiny Dimes is its own predictable structure. Too soon you begin to anticipate the screams, the reshuffling of bodies, paper, and furniture, and the daily affirmations from a voice that sounds like Jack Handey's from "Deep Thoughts" on "Saturday Night Live." About an hour or more into it (there's no intermission) you realize it's not going anywhere particular, real or imaginary.
Of course Mattei could be making a point, because most corporate meetings don't go anywhere, real or imaginary. The humor does build as the characters lose their business facades and their foibles are exposed. Katherine Owens is a divine Sarah, a power siren in a tailored violet suit given to random bouts of crying and overt efforts at seduction. Neil (Dennis Millegan), whom you may remember as the dog in Mad Forest, downs aspirin for his headache with drunken swigs from a bottle of 158-year-old Scotch. He has a sometimes fond, sometimes irritable, repartee with Richard, played by Tom Lenaghen. (Lenaghen has the lines and achieves the delivery a comic actor lives for, and the audience appreciates him. His work as a stand-up comedian at clubs and colleges does not go to waste here.) And though each of the five characters shows some paranoia ("What do you mean by that?"), Jane (Lisa Lee Schmidt) is efficient, officious, and nearly certifiable ("Do you hear those voices in here?").
This team spewing endless streams of industrial-psych mumbo-jumbo keeps us entertained, even as Tiny Dimes begins to seem like it's just loose change. Erwin as David walks the conference room as others sit, one hand behind his back and the other massaging one of those stress-reliever toys made of something like pink Play-doh. He stares at the African masks in the most intimidating manner. Three times over the course of Tiny Dimes he states, "I have an announcement to make. I'm going to leave the firm." He is leaving to be an elementary school teacher (and teach marketing), to open a zoo (hire an actuarial firm to start it up), and finally, to open a well-promoted arts colony.
Owens as Sarah, meanwhile, crosses and uncrosses her shapely legs, struts with hands on hips, and flaunts her plunging neckline. Her facial expressions vary fast and wildly from cool to bitchy to vampy to melancholy in a matter of minutes as the meeting goes along its bumpy road.