Blue Kiss (review)

 Spoilers ahoy! 

I am running behind on my reviews for a variety of reasons (including an eye infection) and I want to apologize to the Ruskin Group for this failure.

Blue Kiss by Stephen Fife is not a play with which I was familiar.  So I sought to learn as little as possible going 'in' because I prefer zero expectations of any kind.  Went in a little nervous because 2026 has so far been an amazing year with every single production so far turning out somewhere between "very good" to "excellent in every way."  The pattern had to break sooner or later, right?

This show did not disappoint.  Was not the exception.  Continued the pattern.

Blue Kiss (the title refers to a nickname for someone--which spoils absolutely nothing) is a "two hander," which means it consists of an entire cast of exactly two actors--in this case  Susan Carolina Rodriguez and Todd Casey Morris.  Did not recognize either of their names (no surprise in a city this size) but am mightily impressed by their performances.  A "two hander" puts the overwhelming weight of a play onto two artists, and neither one gets any real moment to relax.  Nobody leaves stage for more than one minute or so, and given this remains life not filmed no camera ever pans way or cuts to the other character.  Both are in the room with us, practically every single moment.  The challenge--which these two meet with grace and power--is to remain absolutely in the present, in the moment for every single second.

The entire play takes place in an apartment wherein Todd's character gets ready to start tutoring Susan's on her upcoming SAT essays.  Clearly there's a lot of tension from the moment the lights rise as the tutor engages in a somewhat fraught conversation the phone.  Nothing overt, just a hint of pressure, patience, judgment, and a whole brew of very natural dynamics between individuals.  We get a sense of someone complex, with many a hidden issue.  When the student arrives, we instantly get more tension as these two very, very different people try to engage with each other from an obvious range of different patterns, values, habits, and (more subtly) pains.

By now of course I figured out what many of the audience no doubt had already--these two have some as-yet-unrevealed connection waiting to pretty much explode.

Director Mike Reilly deserves a lot of credit for keeping this show on course.  The explosion happens, not in a single atomic blast but more like a few firecrackers, then a grenade or two, ending up with an intense series of artillery barrages!  Kudos to the writer for creating such an intricate emotional mine field here, including the fact both these people react to the world in wildly varying ways.  Both are full of wounds, full of scars.  Some still open and bleeding, or ready to open again.  Neither has anywhere near the right answers, although both believe they do.  But their complexity, brought to life by these two performers, makes every shock both startling yet feel absolutely inevitable.

And I felt for them both.  So much.  Both are right, both are wrong.  And after getting to know them as well as I did, my reaction was (among other things) to forgive.  Not in some generic sentiment, but reacting to what I now know--which, incidentally, includes hardly a single point of similarity between their issues and soul-scars and my own.  It did not matter.

Hopefully, I've conveyed a little of how powerfully the script, direction, and performances moved me.

Blue Kiss plays Fridays and Saturdays at 8pm, Sundays at 2pm until May 17, 2026 at the Ruskin Group Theatre 2800 Airport Ave. Santa Monica, CA 90405.

Hughie (review)

 

Spoilers Ahoy! 

Eugene O'Neill as a playwright specialized in stories wherein the characters come face to face with the disturbing truth of who they are.  Such plays demand much of the cast, and perhaps most so in this, a two handed one act (i.e. a play with two characters running in this case approximately one hour). 

Most surprisingly--to me, not knowing much about the story before showing up--the central character we meet is not in fact Hughie at all.  

Instead we meet Erie Smith (Troy Dunn) a hustler whose best days--which were never great--seem behind him, living in a seedy hotel in 1928 New York.  He returns to the hotel after a bender to find a new night clerk named Charles Hughes (Gifford Irvine or David E. Frank depending on the date).  He is not the title character either, but rather shares by odd coincidence the same name as the previous night clerk, the one who'd been here at least as long as Erie himself.  Years and years and years.  His recent funeral had sent Erie on said bender.  Now, he returns to the nearest thing he has to a home, still missing his friend (though he won't admit any such thing) Hughie.

So he talks, not completely sober, very worried about events, and more troubled by a thousand other things which flow out his mouth like prophecy.  There is truth in wine, the saying goes, and Erie has had plenty of wine plus similar, stronger beverages.  He starts by trying to get to know the new guy, Hugh, and starts telling tales about himself plus the late, great Hughie.  The guy was a chump, a loser, patsy, certainly not a real friend.  But he goes on and on and on about this man.  About where he came from, how they met, what they talked about.

The new clerk barely listens, bored way beyond tears by a job he's done for far too long and just sometimes uttering some platitude.  Erie recognizes this, but continues.  He cannot stop.  He needs to say these words, and revealing in the process how protective he felt about Hughie, how this sucker actually had the power to disappoint, to hurt him.  

Erie falls deeper and deeper into the fact how lost he feels without Hughie.  He thinks of it as losing his luck.  Of course he hasn't lost any such thing.  Rather, he is without his only friend, his sole companion, the lone individual with whom he was not alone.

At least that is how it feels.  One wonders by the end how much of these stories are true, just how much he can refrain from hustling even himself?  Erie Smith is a liar and a con man, a boaster who dances between truth and delusion.  The direction of  Frédérique Michel of these fine actors brings all that to the surface, bubbling out like the stuff of an existential cauldron.  It feels tragic to watch, and hopeful, disorienting as well as sad.  In the end Dunn's Erie comes across as in some fundamental way...us.  You.  Them.  Me.  All of us.    

Hughie runs Fridays and Saturdays at 8pm, Sundays at 4pm until Sunday, November 24, 2024 at the City Garage, Bergamot Station,  2525 Michigan Ave., Building T1 • Santa Monica, CA 90404.

If I Needed Someone (review)

Spoilers ahoy!

For those of you who don't know, a "two hander" in theatre parlance is a play with only two characters who pretty much share the stage for the entire performance.  If this sounds hard, it is.  Very hard.  Especially in a full ninety-minute play.  Even more when the play is one long scene.

If I Needed Someone by Neil LaBute is just such a play--demanding an enormous concentration without letup for almost two hours.  

Jules (Devin Davis-Lorton) is an animator who's invited Jim (Adam Langsam) back to her apartment during a part.  She is quite drunk and with this setup one might expect a work of horror a la Ira Levin.  Instead, we are witness to a wildly awkward dance between two people trying to connect--all the while each creates an obstacle course of their personal issues.  Which can be funny!  And sometimes, is!  More, it can be heart-breaking.  Again, it sometimes is.  Just as it is sometimes simply educative, sometimes touching, sometimes deeply uncomfortable (for so very many reasons) and sometimes very hope-ful.

These actors accomplish a Olympic level effort, not only in terms of bringing truth to their every word (no small feat) but in listening to each other (sometimes), allowing themselves to change (eventually).  In the process we learn to know them, learn a lot of their individual hopes and pains.  More, we even reach that special point when sooner or later we say quietly to ourselves "that is me."

Because the two person cast--while proving themselves capable of this acting marathon--have a very good script with which to breathe life into a fictional tale on stage.  It feels remarkable complete in its portrait of these two people, living as we do, in a time of change and not really sure precisely how to navigate their own time.  Again, like us.  Each ultimately wants very much to reach out, and each ultimately navigates those obstacle courses mentioned earlier.  From a slightly slow start, the script gives us a powerful series of moments and revelations between people who want to connect, want to understand each other, want someone to not give up (while of course not being a predator, a liar, a psycho or creep of some kind).  The conclusion, simple in some ways while intensely complex in others,  reminds us we can indeed connect.  Loneliness is not incurable.  We may be doomed to die, but we are not doomed to live totally alone.

Or we don't have to be.

Kudos to everyone involved, including of course director Frederique Michel! 

If I Needed Someone plays  Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays at 8pm, and Sundays 4pm until Sunday, September 22, 2024 at the City Garage, 2525 Michigan Ave. Building T1, Santa Monica, CA 90404