Date: Fri 03-Jul-1998
Date: Fri 03-Jul-1998
Publication: Bee
Author: CAROLL
Quick Words:
Gravity-Calling-Yale-Cabaret
Full Text:
(rev "Gravity Calling" @Yale Summer Cabaret)
Theatre Review--
Better To Hang Up On This Call
(with cut)
By June April
NEW HAVEN -- The premiere of Gravity Calling by Canadian playwright Diane
Flacks, the first show this season for Yale Summer Cabaret, was basically a
one-way conversation, with little response from the audience. Billed as a
"wacky love triangle," the story is far too long and needs major rewriting.
The good news is Summer Cabaret fare can only be better.
Gravity Calling is intended to be a dark comedy about the lies, secrets, and
sexual habits of three contemporary urban dwellers. To the bored audience it
comes across as a rather abstruse and ungainly saga of three very weird and
deranged people.
The three cast members grappled, with sincere energy, with their
characterizations. The dark-haired Claudia Arenas portrays what seems to be an
aspiring stand-up comic, Aarin, who appears to have a sexual fixation on
vampires. (But this reviewer would not swear to the accuracy of that
interpretation.) Aarin also has a rather voyeuristic attachment to listening
in on telephone conversations of her neighbor Rebecca, who seems to be some
kind of telephone counselor for lonely, troubled callers.
As the cigarette-smoking nurse (and former girlfriend of the blood-toting
Chris) that occasionally appears rather mystically and mysteriously throughout
the first part of the play, Rebecca is possibly agoraphobic. Or maybe she is a
vampire that finds sunlight painful. It's all too confusing.
So the lovely Alicia Roper gets to suck bags of blood and writhe on the floor,
and try to solicit relationships with her neighbors, Chris and Aarin.
Robert Devaney strips through his role as the disturbed Chris. Absconding with
some of the blood he delivers, he does some kind of experiments with the
liquid, as well as supplying samples for Rebecca.
Frankly, it's worth skipping this play and look to the next production, Two by
Ionesco.