By Elaine Liner
By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
Durang, off-Broadway's bitchiest comic voice of the 1980s, wrote Laughing Wild in 1987 as a rat-a-tat two-hander packed with topical jokes and from-the-headlines references to the Reagan administration, the Harmonic Convergence, the Meese Commission (who remembers what that was about? anyone? anyone?), Sally Jessy Raphael (then TV's newest talk-show star) and Alan Alda (then TV's hottest sitcom actor).
But what was hilarious 15 years ago now can sound cruel and befuddling. Jokes about Mother Teresa and Gene Siskel only serve as reminders that the little nun and the movie critic are dead and gone. Sally Jessy's been canceled. Alan Alda's lost his looks and plays grandpas in made-for-TV movies.
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Where Laughing Wild once was dead-on social commentary, it is now little more than a verbal time capsule of water-cooler references from its era (and a few years before). Durang hits on est training, Lorenzo Lamas, Barbara Bach, Suzanne Somers, George McGovern, Herbie the Love Bug, Laugh-In, Tie a Yellow Ribbon and Dr. Ruth. The play's so musty with trivia, the jokes about Phil Donahue deserve a chuckle only because Donahue has just emerged from a decade-long retirement to host a new cable chat show.
That's the trouble with being in-the-moment as a writer. Racing to stay cutting-edge, one will inevitably be overtaken by events before the ink on the pages is dry. (That's what's so great about The Simpsons. Writing scripts up to two years before episodes air, they avoid anything too specifically topical. Try a Robert Blake joke or a bit about Bob Hope and you just never know what'll happen.)
Durang did himself no favors by fashioning Laughing Wild as a three-act-er eaten up by two 45-minute monologues delivered directly at the audience like stand-up material. They're smart-sounding--Durang's blasts at the irksome details of existence in the 1980s--but no longer very funny. The world is too different now. We've moved on. And no matter how clever any writer is today, come 2017 nobody will be splitting their sides at wisecracks about Winona Ryder's shoplifting or Gary Condit's philandering. Nobody's laughing at them now. That stuff already is so six months ago.
Good comedy writing these days dwells in the dark and bitter musings of author David Sedaris and on television in the fashionably hip, cum-hither bitchery of Sex & the City. But give it a few years, and Carrie and her galpals will seem as dated as Mary and Rhoda.
Durang's stage comedies were so firmly rooted in the '80s that they're not even camp yet. Maybe if Kitchen Dog director Tim Johnson had played Laughing Wild as a quaint period piece complete with giant shoulder pads and wing hair, it might have worked better. But as it is, his two main characters--The Woman, who's an escaped mental patient, and The Man, a neurotic New Yorker mad at the world--exist in no specific time and depend entirely too much on volume to get across Durang's dusty harangues.
As The Woman, Erin Burdette is all knobby limbs and bulging eyes. She's appropriately annoying and shrill as a manic wack-job shrieking about cab drivers and tuna fish, but she fails to bring any notion of spontaneity to her delivery. She sounds over-rehearsed and too often delivers her lines to the middle-distance instead of directly connecting with the audience.
As The Man, David Plunkett is better than Burdette at making his lines sound off-the-cuff. He undersells the material, as if to say he knows that we know that it's as hoary as a Dynasty rerun.
After their monologues, the two characters, both angry loners, intersect briefly in the tuna aisle at a supermarket, where The Woman bonks The Man on the head (it's not worth explaining why). Then they replay the moment several times, changing various elements and trying out different endings. Again, not funny. Pretty tiresome, actually. Like sitting through a rerun of a Jay Leno monologue from 1994.
DTC manages to breathe some fresh life into this reliable old drama, even if director Richard Hamburger punches the patriotic themes a bit too much in Act 3. The casting is good, with terrific performances by the young leads, Jessica Dickey as Emily Webb and Peter Katona as George Gibbs. Jerry Russell is a lovely and memorable Doc Gibbs. Bill Kux makes Mr. Webb a cuddly Yankee dad, cozying up to the stove 'longside his loyal wife (Jacqueline Knapp). The rest of the cast is ethnically mixed and age diverse, nice to see in a season when so many local theaters have featured large companies of all-Anglo under-30s.