By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
By Eric Nicholson
That devil, always messing with the details, like a naughty kitten who won't be deterred from pawing a flower arrangement. With the slightest curious swipe of the paw, the whole thing comes crashing down. It's much like what happened during the first weekend of this year's Festival of Independent Theatres, that unpredictable month-long mishmash of local stage talent at the Bath House Cultural Center. There, the devil is having a party with muffed details, allowing otherwise mediocre plays to be transformed into Grade-A snoozefests. There are, however, unexpected gems to be found amidst the local theater fodder. Now in its eighth year, FIT is an alternately entertaining and embarrassing group of one-act plays. It's frustrating but true; this year's festival carries on the tradition of random excellence and needlessly disappointing performances that could have been mended with just a little attention to detail.
Careless set design and poor casting are the most vile culprits in Something Unspoken and Tough Choices for the New Century. Are we to believe a rich Southern woman in Tennessee Williams' Unspoken couldn't manage to find a dining set with matching pieces? And a pretty, feminine gun-rights fanatic would be hilarious in Tough Choices if the actress had any concept of the absurd. In contrast to those sloppy efforts, something as simple as a well-tended soundtrack to Sunny and Eddie Sitting in a Tree is an example of what happens when someone sweats the little things: The audience stops observing the characters and starts feeling for them. In a tiny black-box theater like the one at the Bath House, the fourth wall is a delicate one. In this sampling of three FIT plays, it is not always treated respectfully.
Something Unspoken was first produced in 1958 along with Williams' better-known Suddenly Last Summer as a pair of one-acts. In the years since, Summer has taken on a life and following of its own, fascinating audiences with its gruesome imagery--cannibalism and lobotomies, anyone?--leaving the rarely produced Something Unspoken in its wake. But underperformed plays by great playwrights aren't put out to pasture for nothing. Unspoken's difficult subtext and sparse story make it a challenging piece to produce effectively.
The plot is about the well-to-do, conniving, middle-aged Cornelia Scott and her bid for the position of regent in a New Orleans chapter of the Confederate Daughters. Scott, portrayed by a dignified Midge Verhein, manages her campaign from a phone in her breakfast room rather than attending the vote herself. The only other onstage character is Scott's high-strung younger secretary, Grace Lancaster, played like a deer in the headlights by Moira Wilson. Nearly all of the 45-minute play's dialogue is spoken across Scott's breakfast table, a piece of furniture that would, in a stronger production, become a character unto itself as it bears the burden of 15 years of sexual tension between Cornelia and her secretary. The "something unspoken" is simply this: The women are, and have always been, in love with one another.
The entire play, however, revolves around that stately cherrywood kitchen table that hardly matches two dark, unpolished wooden chairs used by Cornelia and Grace. Was there no matching dining set to be had in all of Cornelia Scott's rich New Orleans--or in all of artistic director Susan Sargeant's Dallas? A proud Confederate Daughter such as Scott wouldn't be caught dead with mismatched table and chairs. Unspokenrelies heavily on subtext; the women of Something Unspoken are deep, troubled characters who must be developed through more than dialogue. Overlooking something as character-defining as the table across which Ms. Scott attempts to profess undying love is inexcusably shoddy set design.
The clashing furniture distracts from the emotional tension between the rigid Grace and passionate Cornelia. They're left with an empty space unbridged by formulaic almost hand pats and stolen glances. At the end of the play you're left wondering, "So, they're supposed to be lesbians, right?"
Initially less painful but ultimately more stagnant is Tough Choices for the New Century, a faux safety seminar written by Emmy-nominated New York comic Jane Anderson. The material is plentiful--a bickering, overstressed husband and wife attempt to lead a lecture on "preparedness" after suffering every possible act of God, from hurricane to forest fire. Clad in matching "TOUGH CHOICES" tees and khakis, Bob and Helen Dooley (played by spot-on Ray Gestaut and an exhausting Kelly Thomas) encourage the audience to ditch their keepsakes--begrudgingly on Helen's part, as she did love those Hummel figurines that got lost in the 'quake--and live in a state of constant vigilance.
In Tough Choices, details such as a horrendously designed PowerPoint presentation and overused laser pointer create a pleasant, Spinal Tap-esque atmosphere during the first half of the play. But when the third presenter, militant femme Arden Shingles, played by the too-slight, too-pretty Aleisha Force, is introduced, the laughs decrease exponentially. It's not the script, it's the casting.
Shingles, a businesswoman turned way-overzealous gun enthusiast after she was kidnapped and forced to shoot and kill her assailant, requires a more intense degree of crazy than Force musters. She just doesn't grasp that her character is completely out of control, even when she pulls out a loaded 9 mm during her lecture. Yet even if she were to lend a wilder eye to the performance, Force still lacks the physical edge for the role. The show makes a vain attempt at recovery in the last few minutes, with Bob Dooley stepping in for some much-needed comic relief and, hooray, gunplay! But it's not enough to erase a languishing second half.
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