We're Only Alive for a Short Amount of Time

B

Don’t let the lengthy and unhelpful title of David Cale’s latest performance piece at The Public Theater deter you from seeing it. Cale (The Total Bent, Harry Clarke) serves as playwright, lyricist, co-composer (with Matthew Dean Marsh), and performer of this autobiographical monologue interspersed with songs that retells moments from his formative years in Luton, “the ugliest city in England.” His alcoholic father and thwarted mother constantly fought, leading the young David to take refuge in breeding tropical birds and listening to pop music, while his younger brother Simon mostly stayed in his room building model airplanes. Their shady grandfather did business with the notorious Kray twins. Cale dreamed of escaping to America to become a singer before he reached 21. A shocking event when he was 16 changed all their lives. Without any change of costume, Cale convincingly transforms into each family member. Despite the sensational nature of some of the material, Cale, rather remarkably, maintains his calm demeanor. He is a masterful storyteller. His songs impressed me less; they sometimes did not seem to arise organically from the moment and the lyrics were often annoyingly repetitive. The music was well-played by an ensemble of six behind a scrim. The set by Kevin Depinet is a black square with a stool and a mic, unadorned except for antique birdcages that disappear into the ceiling and, during an episode about Simon, are briefly replaced by model airplanes. Director Robert Falls (The Jacksonian, Shining City) shows a talent for this material. For me, the piece was most affecting as a touching love letter to Cale’s late mother. I was surprised that the Anspacher Theater was far from full for the performance I attended. Running time: 90 minutes, no intermission.

Harry Clarke

C+

Vineyard Theatre opens its 35th season with the world premiere of this solo play by David Cale. Billy Crudup (No Man’s Land, Arcadia, The Pillowman) plays Philip Brugglestein of South Bend, Indiana, who, since the age of eight, has taken refuge from bullies including his father by assuming the alternate persona of an Englishman, accent and all. When his father dies under questionable circumstances, he sells the family home and moves to New York to start a new life as an Englishman. One day when he is in his thirties, he decides to follow a man he chooses at random. Crudup also portrays the man, his mother, his sister and a few other characters. It’s an interesting idea, but Cale doesn’t handle the story particularly well. A few salacious scenes are thrown in just to spice things up, even though they have little bearing on the main plot. The saving grace, to the extent there is one, is Mr. Crudup’s performance. He is good with accents and even gets to sing a little. I’m not sure whether director Leigh Silverman (Chinglish, Sweet Charity) could have done anything more to hide the weaknesses in the script. The simple set by Alexander Dodge (A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder) features a wooden chair and side table on a wooden deck with a background brightly lit by Alan C. Edwards. Kaye Voyce’s costume does not call attention to itself. To me, the play came across as a pale, rather clumsy imitation of Patricia Highsmith’s “The Talented Mr. Ripley.” Running time: one hour 20 minutes; no interimssion.