Make Believe

A-

Bess Wohl (Small Mouth Sounds, Continuity), one of our most promising young playwrights, is in top form with this bracing new work about a dysfunctional family, now at Second Stage Theater. Wohl bravely entrusts the first half of the play to child actors who play the Conlee family’s four children—Chris (Ryan Foust; Mary Page Marlowe), age 12; Kate (Maren Heary), age 10; Addie (Casey Hilton), age 7; and Carl (Harrison Fox), age 5. When we meet them, they are at play in the enormous playroom that takes up most of the attic of their suburban home. Their usual after-school snacks are missing and their mother is inexplicably absent. As their father is away on business, they find themselves unexpectedly on their own. They have been instructed never to answer the phone, but they learn from a series of voice messages that they avidly listen to through the floorboards that their mother has not shown up for her beauty salon appointment or her book club. As they play house to pass the time, they reveal their understanding of their parents’ toxic marriage. Chris alternates between bully and protector, at one point showing up with two bags of food and a six-pack of beer that he has mysteriously acquired. Kate fantasizes that Princess Grace is her real mother. Addie lavishes attention on her Cabbage Patch doll. Carl contentedly plays the family dog. Eventually we see them all dressed up to leave with their father for an unknown occasion. The action smoothly shifts about 30 years forward when four adults—Kate (Samantha Mathis; 33 Variations, Nomad Motel), Addie (Susannah Flood; Love and Information, Tribes), Carl (Brad Heberlee; A Life, Small Mouth Sounds) and Chris (Kim Fischer; Then She Fell)—are gathered for a funeral. In an extended scene we observe how their adult versions relate to their childhood. We get a clearer understanding of what actually happened before and a few surprises about one of the siblings. We see how each person deals with loss, which, in one case, is extremely moving. I will say no more because I don’t want to spoil the experience. Wohl skillfully knits together the story with humor, suspense and sympathy. There are a few missteps; a close analysis would turn up some holes in the plot, but while you are watching, it is completely absorbing and affecting. The actors, both children and adults, are uniformly strong. The production values are top-notch. The playroom designed by David Zinn (Choir Boy, Torch Song) is inviting and the costumes by Emilio Sosa (On Your Feet!, The Light) are apt. The lighting design by Ben Stanton and sound design by Bray Poor make substantial contributions. Michael Greif (Dear Evan Hansen, Parallelogram) negotiates the play’s rapid shifts and moods skillfully. It is by far the most interesting play I have seen this summer. Running time: 85 minutes; no intermission.

Summer Shorts: Series B

B

The second installment of this year’s one-act play festival at 59E59 Theater B begins with a work by Share White (The True, The Other Place), and concludes with one by Neil LaBute (The Shape of Things, Reasons To Be Pretty). In between, we get a comedic piece by Nancy Bleemer (Centennial Casting) which will become part of a trilogy. In White’s piece “Lucky,” set in the late 1940’s, we meet Meredith (Christine Spang; The Drunken City), a war bride whose husband Phil (Blake DeLong; Illyria) has mysteriously not returned home after WWII. She knows only that, although uninjured, he had been in a hospital. When she learns that he has just returned to town, she rushes to his hotel room to confront him. For a long — too long — time, all she gets from the sullen Phil is one-word responses that do not explain why he had not returned or whether he planned to stay. The answer is not worth the wait. One annoying quirk is that Phil performs the entire play with shaving cream on his sideburns. The festival’s artistic director J.J. Kandel (Sparring Partner) directed. In “Providence,” Bleemer introduces us to Michael (Jake Robinson; Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil) and Renee (Blair Lewin), a mostly happily married couple who are spending a sleepless night in the narrow bed of Michael’s childhood bedroom on the night before his sister's wedding. Their 3 a.m. conversation attracts the attention of Pauly (Nathan Wallace), the nervous groom-to-be, who seeks their advice on what married couples can talk about. Apparently his parents were not big on conversation. Pauly’s intrusion exposes a few fault lines in their marriage, but one has no doubt that all will be fine. The characters are likable and their comical situation is fun to watch. Ivey Lowe directed. LaBute’s “Appomatox” shows the playwright in much better form than he displayed in his three one-act plays last winter. We meet buttoned-down Caucasian Joe (Jack Mikesell; The Nap) and seemingly easy-going African-American Frank (Ro Boddie; Socrates) who get together weekly to have lunch and toss the ball. Joe shares his enthusiasm about Georgetown students’ vote to pay $27.20 in extra fees to atone for the university’s sale of 270 slaves. He is puzzled by Frank’s complete lack of enthusiasm and pushes him to explain his reasons. Their conversation gradually escalates into dangerous territory that casts doubt on the possibility of interracial understanding. LaBute builds the tension skillfully and all too convincingly. Duane Boutté's (LOL) direction is assured. It was by far the most substantive offering of this year’s festival. Running time: 90 minutes, no intermission.

Summer Shorts: Series A

C

The 13th season of this Festival of New American Short Plays is now underway at 59E59 Theater B. The three plays in Series A all involve death or the threat thereof. The first and strongest play, “Interior” by Nick Payne (Constellations, A Life), is an evocative adaptation of Maeterlinck's play. An old man (Bill Buell; Ink, Rancho Viejo) and a stranger (Jordan Bellow; New Here) who have found the body of a drowned girl stand outside her home, observing her family enjoying their final moments of happiness before they must inform them of her death. Buell gives a strong leading performance as the old man whose daughters Martha (Joanna Whicker) and Marie (Mariah Lee; I’m Sorry) also put in an appearance. The mood is greatly enhanced by artful projections of paintings by Sharon Holiner. Rory McGregor’s (Sea Wall/A Life) direction is sensitive. “The Bridge Play,” by Danielle Trzcinski (Little Black Dress!), portrays the mostly comical interaction between John (James P. Rees; The Killer) a depressed middle-aged man about to jump off a bridge and Alex (Christopher Dylan White; The Workshop), the social-media-addicted teenager who interrupts him. It scores some easy points but lacks any real sense of peril. Sarah Cronk directed. In “Here I Lie,” Courtney Baron (When It’s You) presents two overlapping monologues. In one, Maris (Libe Barer), a publishing assistant, on a sudden impulse, tells her boss she has terminal cancer, and then feels obligated to follow her lie to its logical conclusion. In the other, Joseph (Robbie Tann; Home Street Home), a pediatric nurse, becomes emotionally involved with a very sick preemie and ends up craving similarly tender care for himself. The two narrators ignore and interrupt each other, which quickly became tedious. While both stories are interesting, I did not think they were well-matched and the manner of telling them simultaneously diminished rather than enhanced them. I personally would have preferred being presented with just one of them. While this playwright’s technique was perhaps the most ambitious, it did not work for me. Maria Mileaf (After the Wedding) directed. Running time: 90 minutes, no intermission.

Rinse, Repeat

B-

With seemingly increasing frequency, Pershing Square Signature Center has been renting space to outside productions, including this unfortunately titled drama written by and starring Domenica Feraud. A “problem” play about an eating disorder, it would have fit more comfortably as a disease-of-the-week offering on the Lifetime channel. Debilitated by a severe case of anorexia, Rachel had to take a leave from her senior year at Yale to enter a residential treatment facility where she has spent the last four months. The action takes place during a trial weekend at her family home in Greenwich, CT which will determine whether she is ready to be discharged. Her svelte mother Joan (Florencia Lozano; Placebo, Privilege) is a second-generation Latin immigrant who is now a high-powered lawyer in a top law firm and the family’s main breadwinner. Her father Peter (Michael Hayden; The Lady from Dubuque, Cabaret) is a preppy, not very successful architect who has burned through a trust fund. Her younger brother Brody (Jake Ryan Lozano; Sweat) is a high school jock who tries to avoid his family as much as possible. Her caseworker Brenda (Portia; In Arabia We’d All Be Kings) has given Rachel’s parents strict instructions that Rachel must not be left alone during the weekend, a caveat that you can be sure will soon be ignored, with consequences that reveal deep rifts within the marriage and a secret about Joan. The depiction of Rachel's struggle with food is vivid and one feels for her. She has a brief nude moment justified by the plot. However, I was so drawn in by the toxic family dynamic that I wondered more about the future of the marriage than about Rachel. The production is lavish with a kitchen set by Brittany Vasta (Octet, Life Sucks) sure to evoke envy and excellent costumes by Nicole Slaven. Kate Hopkins’s (Cost of Living, After the Blast) direction is assured. With its topic and its infelicitous title, it is not an easy play to market, which probably explained the sparse audience. That’s a shame, because it has many absorbing moments and some fine acting, particularly by Florencia Lozano. Running time: 95 minutes, no intermission.