Custody Battle

The Hungry Woman: A Mexican Medea dines on questions of race, sexuality and desire

Patrons who wandered into the Undermain's basement theater for a near-sold-out Saturday-night performance of The Hungry Woman: A Mexican Medea were warned solemnly that the world premiere of Cherrie Moraga's dystopian tragedy contained adult situations and nudity. The house manager informed us that audience members on previous nights had been notified, didn't take the warning seriously and wound up storming out when said "situations" arose. Director and star Adelina Anthony, founder of Dallas' Cara Mia Theatre and currently a Los Angeles stage artist, might be accused of flaunting woman-woman sex with the explicit couplings that occur here, except this kind of raw sexuality is so rarely witnessed--even in lesbian political theater, which can sometimes possess an odd Puritanical streak--that it's hardly gratuitous in even such a concentrated dose. And Anthony the actor is so confident, so impassioned in her performance of an angry woman who luxuriates in the taste and touch of female flesh, yet has great conflict over whether to affix the "L" label to herself, that there is little sense of the show-off in her lovemaking. She savors sex with the same instinctive relish that causes her to knock back swigs of tequila from the bottle.

The Hungry Woman: A Mexican Medea is another in the Café/Negro series of annual collaborations between the predominantly Latino troupe Cara Mia and the mostly African-American company Soul Rep, which adds another layer of intrigue to the material. If theatrical lesbian amour this unabashed can still startle us, sweaty grapplings between Latin women feels like it might blow the top off our craniums. Some people insist--and others vehemently deny--that homophobia is a problem that's gone largely unaddressed within communities of color.

Whether that's true or not, Moraga found a unique intersection of ethnicity and sexuality within her own life. Her father was Anglo, and Moraga was born light-skinned enough to "pass" in white society, something her mother, an immigrant laborer branded as illiterate in America, encouraged with the hope that her daughter would have a better life. With the dawning awareness of her own sexual orientation, the playwright-essayist soon realized that she'd also been "passing" as straight among her hetero peers of all colors.

Robert Moreno is a child caught between conflicts of ethnicity and sexuality in the world premiere of Cherrie Moraga's play.
Anyika McMillan
Robert Moreno is a child caught between conflicts of ethnicity and sexuality in the world premiere of Cherrie Moraga's play.


The Hungry Woman: A Mexican Medea runs through July 7 in the Undermain's Basement Space, 3200 Main St. Call (214) 521-5070.

The Tempest runs through July 8 at Trinity Park, 2900 Trinity Park Drive, Fort Worth. Call (817) 784-9378.

Her fascination with boundaries and borders, the illusion of dichotomous identities, is what gives The Hungry Woman a vitality that transcends screeds. At its core, the story is too universal to be exclusively appropriated by any particular movement. The play takes place in some indeterminate future where brown and white and black and red people have formed their own ethnic nations; the lesbians and gay men among them are banished like lepers into their own colonies. Medea (Anthony) lives in one with her lover Luna (an authentically butch Marisela Barrera in her most affecting stage performance to date), her son Chac-Mool (Robert Moreno) and her wheelchair-bound grandmother Mama Sal. She's played by Barbara Bierbrier, an actress who's perfected the yenta role locally and now expands impressively into a salty Latina matriarch. Medea's husband, Jason (Rosalinda Garcia Negrete), attempts to lure her back by insisting that she's not really a lesbian, that her emotions for Luna may be real but she lacks the wholehearted commitment to such radical outsiderhood. Jason is really after their son Chac-Mool for his own purposes, and given that playwright Moraga has been using Euripides' tale as a touchstone, you don't have to guess where this custody battle is headed.

As clear and strong as its best-written moments are, The Hungry Woman: A Mexican Medea must have a charismatic and fearless actor in the title role to work. It's hard to believe Moraga could do much better than Adelina Anthony, who is by turns alluring and abrasive in the way that a young Bette Davis could be. Maybe I'm drawn to this comparison by Anthony's giant, searchlight eyes that miss nothing among her fellow performers; she's certainly more beautiful than Davis and, best of all, less affected. What she does radiate plenty of are Davis' intelligence and pride. Indeed, it's these qualities that make this Medea more than a feminist firebrand or martyr. She's a person who's done in as much by her own passions as by the injustices with which she lives. Viewed thus, this Hungry Woman loses a two-sided battle that many of us wage every day.

The abundance of trees around the stage in Fort Worth's Trinity Park makes for a nice natural cover that Dallas' Samuell-Grand Park lacks. Watching Shakespeare in the former is like being huddled in a shady grove, whereas the latter feels distinctly like a sloping valley bottom. It's an issue of intimacy vs. grandiloquent sweep, but more than that, of tolerable temperatures for actor and audience alike. I'm always amazed that, come late July when twilight pushes into triple-digit temperatures, Shakespeare Festival of Dallas thespians on the Samuell-Grand stage aren't dropping faster than tech stocks. Sword fights in body stockings, rather than body armor, would seem to be a mandate for the costume designer.

I experienced a recent, very mild late June night at a reserved table beside the narrow runway that leads straight into the makeshift stage for Fort Worth's Shakespeare in the Park. That's an alternative handle for the usual Allied Theatre Group crew; folks like Jim Covault and Jerry Russell leave the Stage West space on University Drive during summer months and attack Will's athletically symbolic verse with an enthusiasm that builds during their contemporary play-laden regular seasons.

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