Why not indeed, especially when there's plenty of good offerings around. Let me recommend three, two I've seen, one I've read.
The one I've read is Steven Levenson's Language of Trees, which is a beautiful play about a translator kidnapped in Iraq and the family he's left behind. It's a strange, perceptive, lyrical piece of work and definitely worth checking out. Apparently, you can get $10 tickets to it using the code STHIPTIX. Buy them here.
The first one that i've seen that I'd like to recommend is the Mark Armstrong-helmed, Blair Singer written The Most Damaging Wound currently up at Manhattan Theatre Source. The script is a great example of how much the "telling" half of the word storytelling matters. It's a play about a group of male college friends who reunite roughly a decade later to enact a ritual they promised each other they'd perform. Yes, there's drunken revelations, singalongs, fisticuffs, crying, and every character has their own particular unhappiness that needs to be explored. It is not, in other words, the newest story in the book.
But that doesn't matter, honestly. It actually matters so little I hestitated in talking about it, but I thin it's important. Blair has taken a somewhat shopworn setup and elevated it to really good theatre by embueing it with snappy dialogue, compelling characters and a truthful, perceptive and difficult to find level of analysis of male intimacy, which is the show's real subject. It was really refreshing to watch a play in which male intimacy was handled complicatedly and without the normal idealization and wish fulfillment that frequently goes on. Furthermore, Blair makes a compelling comedic drama out of characters who are fundamentally decent well meaning people. That's a really really hard thing to do.
Mark, who you all know is a good friend, also zeroes in on the shared history of the characters and the cores of their being in a way that feel really truthful. You would think watching it that the actors were all good friends even though many of them have never worked together before. Of particular personal delight for me was watching Chris Thorne, whom I'm used to seeing as a kind of broody malcontent, play the lovable drunken boor of the group. The melancholia that Chris is so good at tapping into added fresh layers onto a part that a lesser actor would've turned into His Chance To Be Jack Black. Really, The Most Damaging Wound features some of the most compelling performances I've seen on stage in awhile, and Mark does a great job of helping to shape and modulate them so the play seems never out of balance. Buy tickets here.
Third is the new show from The Debate Society, Cape Disappointment. I am on the board of this organization, and many members of the group count amongst my closest friends. But I joined the board of the Debate Society because i love their work and the way they approach it, not because of the bonds of friendship. The Debate Society are experimental storytellers. They combine some of the formalist concerns of experimental theatre with an actual interest in narrative (and in how narrative works). They also have a mischevious streak that runs close to the perverse. For example: Cape Disappointment begins with a work they had initially developed when asked to participate in a dance festival. That piece Detroit involves (a) no movement and (b) more lines in eight minutes than in the entirety of their second full length play The Snow Hen. Earlier this season, they premiered a piece called You're Welcome which was intended to be a short billet of high school one acts (sample title: We Got A Fog Machine) all of which fall apart in some delicious way.
Cape Disappointment is, like last year's The Eaten Heart a collection of loosely connected vignettes that explore themes of nostalgia and the dark side of the American dream within a decaying retro setting. The Eaten Heart was set in a seedy 1970s style motel while Cape Disappointment (and now Typepad is not letting me italicize for some reason so forgive all future formatting errors) is set in a decrepit drive in theater that is haunted by the ghosts of the highway that surrounds it. The various stories and plot lines converge and collide and resonate off each other in really interesting ways, and the use of PS122's upstairs space is shockingly brilliant. I don't want to give away too much else, as one of the core policies of The Debate Society is secrecy, so please... go ahead and see it. Buy tickets here.
And just as a quick note, you can see all three shows for $46.00 which is less than the price of a ticket to an Off-Broadway show and at the end you'll see a new play by a serious up-and-comer, a well acted, written and directed example of how good realism can be and one of the best experimental companies in New York. Not bad for a weekend's work.
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