By Elaine Liner
By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
As a firm believer in genre, in baroque exaggeration in the service of heightening and clarifying subtle realities, I say Southerners should embrace their crazy reps. Something in that region managed to produce this country's greatest writers--Faulkner, O'Connor, Hurston, Capote, McCullers, Williams, and on and on--and it must have been experience intensely hot enough to shape such unique perspectives, like iron bent to the will of the flame. The Civil War and Reconstruction made many Southern families close up ranks, sealing every crack and crevice to preserve the illusion that their way of life could be protected from time and social progress. Inevitably in this situation, the air you breathe's gonna get musty, damp...peculiar.
11th Street Theatre Project presents two strikingly different theatrical interpretations of Southern families--one clearly lit, rational, almost minimalist, the other a gloomy, grotesque, Gothic comedy. What can I say? Gloomy, grotesque, and Gothic will probably always win out for me. But if you're a Southerner who's about to go on a spree if you see one more daft Dixie dweller, then 11th Street has a one-act that probably looks more like your life. What makes these shows a reasonable pairing is that they both deal with tradition--how one woman attempts to wriggle out of it as a straitjacket, and how orphaned siblings sickly cling to their own version of it.
The first half of the evening's Southern Rituals is Christina Matthews' Holiday Rules Are in Effect, a Polaroid snapshot of a contemporary Southern family trying to pretend that everyone's not getting on one another's nerves as they sit down for a holiday meal. Daughter Midge (Beth Bush) has just flown in from her new life--a career as a gemologist, a home of her own, a live-in boyfriend--and discovers that not everybody's thrilled with her accomplishments. "I'm a success, not a rebel," she tells smart-ass brother Craig (Shane Beeson). "In this family, that amounts to the same thing," he replies. Her parents (Heather Hunt and Guinn Powell) are uncomfortable with but tolerant of her domestic situation, while pastor-uncle Stuart (Steve Roberts) is comfortable and smarmy with his intolerance. His face-off with Midge does underscore an important dynamic of family "scenes"--it's almost always one member's disapproval/resentment of another member that causes the whole edifice to crumble. The others begin as embarrassed witnesses before they become participants.
Director Debbie Davis orchestrates some great touches in Holiday Rules Are in Effect--the way the shouts of the men, offstage watching a football game on TV, punctuate and comment on the after-dinner conversation of the women. But overall, she's elicited performances that are carpaccio-thin--not bad, but nothing seems to be going on underneath the surface of these performers, several of whom (especially Guinn Powell and Shane Beeson, who might be the most magnetic one onstage here) are capable of making strong impressions on an audience. We could possibly chalk this up to Matthews' script, which feels more like essay than short story, sketch rather than painting. Most of the actors are handed roles and never really evolve in them. Melinda Mills does a nice turn as the pastor's timid wife Tilly, and she does wind up gathering the courage to take a stand at the play's close, but we saw that one coming from her opening lines. There are a lot of truths spoken in Holiday Rules Are in Effect, but most of them feel self-evident.
Coming up next is Barbara Macchia's Red Sedum Creeper, featuring a family that I hope, for your sake, is not immediately recognizable. And yet, as I said before, rococo can be revealing. If you stare hard at the lines in all those extravagant swoops and swirls and curlicues, eventually, human shapes will emerge (assuming the playwright has done her job).
Director Kevin Grammer steers the evening's more satisfying second half, lit by great light guy Bryan Miller, who casts long shadows on the back wall. It gives the whole play an appropriate naughty night-time feel, like kids who have snuck out of their bedrooms after the parents have retired to play games under the moon. In effect, that's what the siblings in this story are doing--three grown sisters and their grown brother, locked in that endless loop of squabbling that has united siblings since Cain and Abel. There's panicky David (Kevin Keating), tense and fragile Ellie (Lea Barron), tough and impatient Kay (Lisa Cotie), and flighty, perpetually amused Laney (Jeanette Chivvis). This family has rules and roles just like the one in Christina Matthews' script, but they're basically making them up as they go along. I'm going to refrain from giving a plot summary here, because the source of their rituals unfolds slowly throughout the course of the one-act, and it turns out to be different from what you expect.