By Elaine Liner
By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
So let me confess my pre-performance terror of Straight Jacket and Tie, a McKinney Avenue Contemporary production of a script by Kitchen Dog Theater Company member Aaron Ginsburg, who also directs. You should note that this is not really a Kitchen Dog show, employing Ginsburg as the only upper-case canine talent among both cast and technical crew. But in one sense, because Kitchen Dog consists almost exclusively of young Southern Methodist University attendees and so does Straight Jacket and Tie, you can view it as at least a bastard child of the MAC-Kitchen Dog-SMU menage a trois.
You must certainly realize that few other playwrights in Dallas--and there are a surprisingly significant number of them--would receive even a two-weekend run at the MAC unless they had a connection with the space's resident company. (Hopefully, the opportunities will open up a bit if the proposed new space achieves fruition next year.)
But critics will have a hard time using Aaron Ginsburg's Kitchen connections against him, at least if they see Straight Jacket and Tie. His examination of the trials of three recent college graduates who try to adapt themselves to open-ended adult responsibilities cries out for a re-edit--a selective literary bladesperson could whack off a good half hour from the current two-hour performance time. This would be in service to Ginsburg's core achievement: a mature look at immaturity, let's call it, or a dispirited view of the lingering, agonized death of teen spirit. Sometimes I felt smothered by the playwright's more specious riffs and his apparent inability to recognize that a play about aimlessness and indecision must, even more than other works, have a decisive aim to drive the point home. More often I was charmed by Ginsburg's singular wit and buoyant facility with character collisions and the wise observations they can spark. And although I felt worn down by the show's close, the sucker cynic inside me couldn't help but acknowledge Ginsburg's admirable refusal to lift his characters out of their hedonistic mire with a happy ending. If you've been lucky enough to attend college and spent some part of that time delaying your emotional development through chemical means, the realization that adulthood is a harsh, unforgiving, and capricious distributor of rewards--and that the sand seems to pick up speed the longer it drains--can be a most frightening Gorgon. And ultimately, it's a monster you must negotiate with rather than vanquish.
At their best and most poignant, Ginsburg's characters admit this between long sessions of joshing, bragging, and swilling happy-hour beer. We have James (Scott Openshaw), the compulsively unhappy agitator of the trio, the one who knows he's wasting his time employed at a bagel store while he harbors musical aspirations(his degree was in musical theory) but doesn't have the courage to do anything about it. James' constant complaints about aimlessness and loneliness--he is the most nakedly desirous of female companionship--are like the late-night ramblings of a child terrified by a nightmare, except he can no longer hold on to the excuse of childhood and will not wake up from this nightmare. His roommate Scott (Erik Johnson), who can recite the weeknight and weekend drink specials of every bar in town, is always up for amorous cruising, whether at a nightspot or a grocery store, and at work endures an overbearing boss who hovers constantly around his computer. We get to know least about the quietly hostile Russell (Michael Federico), who tells big honkin' lies about his sexual conquests while he maintains his favorite position: sprawled out in the same chair smoking, drinking, and watching TV.
Fleshing out these frustrated tales are two actors in a series of small but significant roles: Tara Gibson as the female objects of desire, usually unattainable, and Max Hartman as bosses and co-workers, usually intolerable. They flesh out the fantasies and confessions that our trio of antiheroes tell each other in the strangling intimacy of their apartment.
Straight Jacket and Tie shouldn't feel as long as it does, given that Ginsburg the playwright has crammed it full of scenes that last only a couple of minutes each and that Ginsburg the director proves he's able to maneuver his actors to milk maximum audience reaction for both long and short scenes. Opening night's performance elicited big laughs and a series of scattered ovations from the crowd. Selective eavesdropping on audience conversations before and after the show and during intermission revealed that a large number of the faithful were SMU students, or friends and family of the actors, or students from other colleges who were friends of SMU students. And so, obviously, some of the hugely affirmative reaction came from "papering"--the not uncommon opening-night phenomenon of the biased converging to lend their support. And some of that support came from the fact that Ginsburg has written a show that hits graduates and soon-to-be graduates right between the eyes with the absurd shit that they're trudging through right now.