By Elaine Liner
By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
When we first see Helen, played by the pretty and plus-sized Christina Vela, she's eating alone. Standing at an office building lunch counter, Helen works her way through a plate of pizza and salad with gustatory gusto. When she forks up a big bite of the greens, she makes a face. Not enough dressing. She rips open the packet, squeezes the creamy stuff into the bowl and then slurps the remaining drops directly into her mouth. Licks her fingers too.
Along comes Tom, played by sleek and handsome Ian Leson. He's carrying a tray (small salad, no dressing, bottle of water) and having trouble finding an empty spot to set it down. He passes Helen several times before reluctantly settling in next to her. His first words: "Pretty big."
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He's talking about the cafeteria. She thinks he means her.
They start with small talk, but there's an instant, easy rapport between Helen and Tom. She's a librarian who likes old war movies. He's a nice guy who shuffles papers in a cubicle job. She flirts madly, occasionally wincing at her own audaciousness. He's intrigued by her openness, her wit.
But she can't help doing the fat girl thing of making fun of herself. She cracks a joke about how they're going to start dating. He looks startled. She gets self-conscious.
Helen: Anyway, I was just playing. Big people are jolly, remember?
Tom: Ummm, hmmm...
Helen: One of our best qualities.
Tom: Well, at least you've got one.
Helen: And you don't?
Tom: Ahhh...open for debate.
Tom: I mean...you know, if I really had to come up with one, for, say, the big guy upstairs or whatever, I'd probably do something like "does not run with scissors" or one of those "plays well with others."
Helen: Really? Handsome guy like you and that's all you're good for...to look at?
Tom: Pretty much.
Helen: Good to know.
And then she offers him one of her two pudding cups.
It's not evident to Helen or to us at this point that Tom's precisely as shallow as he's just described. Through LaBute's writing--his tightest and most relatable work since his dark drama Bash--we are swept into the romance of Helen and Tom, hoping they'll overcome all obstacles. But this being LaBute, a happy ending is out of the question. He is, after all, the writer of the films In the Company of Men and Your Friends and Neighbors--movies about men who hate women and the women they humiliate. He also wrote The Shape of Things, about a pretty woman who debases a homely guy, just in case you're keeping score.
Directed by Jonathan Taylor, Kitchen Dog's production of Fat Pig is fearless and flawless. From the casting of Vela and Leson, actors capable of creating real heat between their alter egos, to the set design, also by Taylor, of giant modular Roy Lichtenstein-inspired comic book panels that reflect the storyline, it all works together seamlessly.
LaBute isn't the easiest playwright to act. His dialogue can be quirky and colloquial, full of odd semantic lurches, injections of "whatever" and sentences that don't end but rather trail off into the whisper of ellipses. At this, Vela and Leson are experts, speaking the lines and doing the acting without obvious effort, in a style so natural the audience feels like eavesdroppers.
Because they're so real to us, we emotionally invest in the outcome of Helen and Tom. They seem right together. We want it to work, especially after their romping love scene in which it's clear that Tom likes an abundance of curves. Then Tom begins listening to the careless chatter of his coworkers, a misogynistic weasel named Carter, played with detestable ooze by Lee Trull, and the petite and frighteningly insecure Jeannie (Leah Spillman, always believable playing tightly wound, unlikable women). Tom used to date Jeannie, who can't understand why he'd prefer someone Helen's size.
And there you have it, the crux of this tale. The tyranny of body types trumps all other differences in romance. Races, religions, rich and poor, smart and stupid--love conquers all of those, on the stage anyway. Roxane loved Cyrano despite his big nose. But would even he have loved her back if she'd had a big behind?
Now onstage in a good production at Theatre Three, Vieux Carré is the work of an old playwright trying to recapture the voice and the memory of his younger self. In this play are characters we know better from earlier works. Tye, a shiftless carnival barker with a taste for broads and booze, bears a strong resemblance to Stanley Kowalski (and is played by Shelby Davenport like a B-version of him, string T-shirt and all). His girlfriend Jane (Kelly Rypkema), dying of leukemia and drifting away, might be a younger Blanche DuBois. The narrator (Beau Trujillo), a young gay writer sharing the attic of 722 Toulouse Street with an older consumptive artist (Bob Hess), is Tennessee himself.