By Lauren Smart
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Although it's a genuine delight to see theater happen again inside Don Blanton and Melissa Sauvage's Deep Ellum Center for the Arts, especially theater like Steve Tesich's startling tragicomedy On the Open Road, I spent part of the time trying to finger the blame--director? actors? techies?--for a rough performance. And in this case, the director, Jose Armando, was on stage--he was also co-star, right up there on the front lines. He smartly chose the kind of script that upturns almost every basic foundation you could build your world on and so winds up squarely in the lap of blasphemy, whether you're a hyper-educated atheist or a Christian dangling from high hopes. Regrettably, there were parallel sets of chaos happening at this theater venue last Friday night, one onstage and the other offstage. The onstage tumult was a fictional world, set far in the future at the intersection of two oft-prophesied events--the end of civilization after war and the Second Coming of Christ.
Unfortunately, there was also the chaos of crippling sound and light problems. The small audience wasn't even sure when intermission came, because the lights didn't come up--an announcement had to be made. It was unclear whether these troubles were the result of operator error or the equipment itself, but the show was significantly marred. And the actors who soldiered forward took the brunt of it, and, you suspect, might even have been trying to compensate for the confusion. A couple of performers were pitched a bit over the top, although ultimately the spirited cast managed to put forth the playwright's provocative ideas just effectively enough. Indeed, the patient, attentive viewer might leave the Deep Ellum Center with a couple of haunting images that only a surgeon's knife could remove during the following days.
Playwright Steve Tesich is most famous for his 1980 screenplay Breaking Away, but that celebrated underdog saga was on the lighter end of the writer's dark musings. Tesich, who died in 1996, often visited the idea of individuals yearning for some ideal, but his plays usually revealed these feelings to be either corrupt indoctrinations from some higher bureaucracy (Tesich, a Serbian immigrant, came to America and became disenchanted with our government and culture) or fragile hopes that people cling to while the important stuff passes them by.
The latter is the case with On the Open Road, in which two mismatched travelers make their way across an unnamed land laid waste by a civil war. Al (Jose Armando) is a bespectacled intellectual who pushes a shopping cart full of paintings by Picasso and Munch that he's managed to salvage. He encounters petty criminal Angel (Eliud Castillo), about to hang for his sins, and cuts the rope so that Angel may be his servant. The pair makes the journey through dangerous occupied countryside, stopping in bombed-out churches and museums to collect remnants of art, music, history, and philosophy. They are seeking the Land of the Free, where, Al promises the orphaned Angel, "everyone has a mother and a father." There is much conflict between the two, but also education, as the "mentor" (which Al insists Angel call him) teaches the "scum" (the designation for the criminal underclass involved in the vague civil uprisings) all he knows about Western thought and expression. They wind up getting captured and are coerced into a mission that takes them to a monastery overseen by a sarcastic monk (John Flores). Their assignment? To assassinate none other than Jesus Christ (Josh Raymond Hurst), who has returned to earth to collect his believers but has been detained by the newly installed government.
Set designer Lorenzo Avila has proven how tightly wound a shoestring budget can be by draping the stage's backdrop with black plastic for On the Open Road, a cheap effect that doubles nicely as bleakly apocalyptic. As a performer, Jose Armando doesn't always hit the right notes, straining through moments that are clearly meant to be humorous or poignant. His work as director appears both canny and incomplete, although you wonder how much he and his actors were forced to stray when confronted with some unexpected gaffes. Eliud Castillo and John Flores are funnier in the play's comic-relief moments, which are more numerous than you might guess from reading a synopsis, but a little less shouting in the emotive moments would be nice.