By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
By Eric Nicholson
There's a happy, bouncy lilt to the writing of Preston Jones and Charles Busch. Their plays are nothing alike, but, man, their use of language surely is music to the ears. In new productions of Jones' lovely 1974 comedy Lu Ann Hampton Laverty Oberlander, now playing at Contemporary Theatre of Dallas, and Busch's 1999 carnival of camp Die, Mommy, Die!, onstage at Uptown Players, the actors let the language of these writers sing, hitting every note and nuance of the eccentric dialogue.
In the Jones play, the middle work in his Texas Trilogy of sentimental comedies about the denizens of fictional Bradleyville, words roll like tumbleweeds. Jones was a master of the dialect of modestly educated folk. They say "shore" instead of "sure," and "ah speck ah better" for "I expect I'd better." It's as difficult as Mamet-speak for some actors to get their tongues around.
The Busch play's style is the heightened, histrionic glamah-talk of old Hollywood movies, seeded with intentionally jarring nuggets of nastiness. "You're nothing but a cheap, hopped-up nymphomaniac!" the Lolita-like daughter screams at her faded siren of a mother. The old gal's singing voice, the kid says, has developed a "vibrato as wide as Mr. Ed's asshole."
Die, Mommy, Die!continues through May 6 at Uptown Players, 214-219-2718.
Lu Ann and Die, Mommy, Die! are broad comedies about mothers and daughters written with an appreciation for the playfulness of word choice. The Jones play is the more artful, certainly. Set in West Texas, it was born at the Dallas Theater Center in the 1970s, when the writer-actor, then in his 30s, started penning Lu Ann during slow moments at his box office job. Another of the trilogy, The Last Meeting of the Knights of the White Magnolia, was performed first at DTC. Then came Lu Ann Hampton Laverty Oberlander and The Oldest Living Graduate, which blend many of the same characters and events into overlapping scenarios.
These were huge hits at DTC back in the day, compared by critics at the time to the plays of Tennessee Williams. Both writers had that sharp ear for the odd ways down-home people express themselves. Jones, who died in 1979 at the age of 43, also adopted a device Williams frequently used to advance the plot, allowing characters to tell stories about other characters, which turns the audience into gossip-hungry eavesdroppers.
A good piece of that storytelling happens in the second act of Lu Ann. It's 1963 and Lu Ann is in her late 20s and already divorced. After a long day's work ratting hair at the beauty "saloon," she sits in a beer joint and jaws with a guy named Corky about the dumb get-rich-quick schemes her no-good brother Skip has tried and failed at. One involved raising chinchillas. "He had 'em about a month when the first norther blew in," says Lu Ann, played in Contemporary's production by Sue Loncar. "'Course Skip was off drunk somewhere and didn't plug in the 'lectric heater he had in there to keep 'em warm, so they all froze. Poor little old things all humped up in them wire cages froze stiff. Skip came back home and tried to skin 'em, but it was too late then."
Even reading it in print, you know that "wire" should become "war" in the saying of it. This funny, ungraceful riff gets a laugh if underplayed. Punching the humor Minnie Pearl-style ruins it. That's the trick with a Jones script. His plays rise and fall with the gentle, natural cadences of everyday speech.
The cast at Contemporary seems to get that, like they've been drilled by director René Moreno to find the musical sound of how their characters talk, but not to overdo it. Moreno, Dallas theater's best and most in-demand stage director, is notoriously picky about stuff like that. He wants actors letter-perfect with the script, no deviation from what the playwright intended. He pares away at extraneous movement onstage and forces actors to speak in normal, conversational tones to draw an audience into the intimacy of scenes.
In this Lu Ann, reviewed on the second night of the run, the 11-member ensemble had it down, like they'd been playing these parts for months. These are tough roles. We get a title character who must mature from the first act's giggly teenage cheerleader (Catherine DuBord, playing the young Lu Ann and later her belligerent daughter Charmaine) to flirty divorcée in the second to weary middle-aged family provider in the third. The brother, Skip, played by Ashley Wood, starts out headstrong as a young "Ko-REE-uhn" war vet bent on success and ends the play a broken-spirited old man pathetically begging for pocket change from his sister. Lu Ann's mother, played by Morgana Shaw, is a still-pretty nurse early on, a stroke-frozen grandmother at the end.
Into this come all the men in Lu Ann's life over 20 years, from her high school beau (played by the appropriately named Beau Trujillo) to her husbands (Kevin Moore, John Venable), neighbors (Nye Cooper, Harry Reinwald, J. Rod Pannek) and bartender (Kevin Grammer). It's a play about the curveballs life tosses, about missed opportunities and wrong roads taken. Lu Ann the younger dreams big; by her 40s she's happy just to run into an old friend who remembers her as the pretty cheerleader she once was.