By Christian Viveros-Fauné
By Miriam Felton-Dansky
By Tom Sellar
By Tom Sellar
By Jessica Dawson
By Tom Sellar
By R. C. Baker
By Tom Sellar
In stand-up comic Maron's first theatrical monologue, he unleashes a talk marathon, detailing the follies of his lifelong quest for . . . well, something, from the time at age seven when God appeared to him as a giant Mr. Clean. Growing up in a land of towering idols with names like Sony, Nike, and Philip Morris, Maron's persona seeks "spirituality" becoming a belated beatnik in college, snorting religious quantities of cocaine in Hollywood, making a "religious text" of the handbook to his Camcorder.
His pilgrimage to Israel with his wife is his latest messianic venture after holy treks to Jack Kerouac's grave, to the Philip Morris factory in Virginia, and to Nikeland to buy the perfect hybrid sneakers/hiking boots, a magnified vision of which came to him in a dream.
'The Freak of Nature'
By Luigi Pirandello
Greenwich Village Center
219 Sullivan Street
His persona whether slouching in a print shirt on a stool or pacing, twitching, waving his arms exultantly is your casual druggy pal, taking you into his confidence and into his head. The tour is hilarious, as his twisted reason convinces him that every form of madness is revelation. At the Philip Morris "smokers theme park," he thunders in to break the machinery of addiction only to leave smoking filterless cigarettes. Blasted on coke in Hollywood, he crouches in his closet listening to messages ricocheting off the hangers. Along the way, he delivers uproarious parodies of others, like the college pal fulminating at the mistakes of 'Nam "as if he'd really been there."
The first half of Maron's monologue the pre-Jerusalem buildup is fast and frenetic; lines are mined with laughs that explode only when he's halfway into the next riff. His manic inventiveness recalls Robin Williams at his best. When he slides into his Israeli narrative, his pace slows. Now he's a grown-up of sorts no longer high on drugs but sneakily obsessional and convinced that God will deliver a message to him in Israel. His new Camcorder will become the vehicle. Nearly welded to his eye socket, it stands between him and all he sees as he greets friends, tours the Golan Heights, and spies on Hasidim bathing in the Jordan River. When the camera breaks, he freaks and has a genuine revelation: "I can't deal with unmediated reality."
Kirsten Ames, who "directed and developed" Jerusalem Syndrome, displays it in a polished frame with a video sequence at the start a snapshot of Maron as a freckle-faced kid backed by scary space music and warring voices sonorously announcing product names. At the end we see in what looks merely like a humorous series of outtakes a video montage of the Middle East trip: the breathtaking sculpted columns of Petra, sweeping sands, ancient stones. Yet the sequence drives home what he and we have been missing for two hours: the rich reality that was only dimly perceptible from behind the lunatic noises in his head.
ââ "Life is so full of itself, we can't taste it. Only from the past can we savor it." Pirandello might have been commenting on Maron's dialogue, so neatly do their preoccupations match. The line is spoken toward the end of The Freak of Nature by a character who's the playwright's alter ego. A slight, dapper fellow with a stylish little goatee, a bright red flower in hand (or in his teeth), he is used by adapter/director Slava Stepnov with text drawn from Pirandello's writings to link the three short plays that form this piece: The Vise, Chee-Chee, and The Man With a Flower in His Mouth.
The graceful figure, alternately impish and melancholy, treats the characters proprietarily, dusts them off with his flower, and picks up their discarded clothes, with an ironic smile, after a tryst. His entrances are marked by stylized tableaux, where the characters, in '20s costume, pose languorously or snake their way onstage to ominous percussion or flights of opera. Sharing his dark vision that we are all deceived and must be by ourselves or others, the narrator sets the stage for The Vise.
In this cool tale of dueling deceits, a pair of illicit lovers agonize over whether her husband who is also his business associate has discovered them. Was her husband hinting that he knew? Is his genial calm a mask for seeking revenge? The couple turn on each other in their anxiety and guilt. Max Faugno plays the lover Antonio with an exaggerated coiled-and-oiled terror that the other performances do not match. So The Vise, despite a few moments of high tension, lacks conviction.
Chee-Chee, on the other hand, is a delicious piece of gamesmanship. Everyone is deceived and everyone profits. Chee-Chee is a good-looking young society fellow, short on cash but long on charm and connections. When a navy commander comes by to offer him money in return for a business favor done him, Chee-Chee is "insulted" and insists on a favor instead. The older man must act a part: excoriate Chee-Chee before a certain attractive young lady, and buy from her at a discount certain I.O.U.s Chee-Chee gave her.