Brighid Fleming

by Geoff Hoff~

(Full Disclosure: One of the actors in The Actor’s Nightmare, Kat Primeau, is one of LA Theatre Review’s writers.)

The two one-act plays, usually produced in tandem, Sister Mary Ignatius Explains It All for You and The Actor’s Nightmare are both quite different from each other but both share being absurd black comedies, being nightmares in one way or another and approaching life from the perspective of a wounded, recovering Catholic. And I am probably not the first reviewer, nor will I be the last, to say that playwright Christopher Durang is probably going to hell.

Sister Mary Ignatius Explains It All for You is the supposed lecture on Catholic dogma given in 1980 by a nun who teaches at a Catholic school. She has definite ideas about morality and sin, which she is not shy about sharing. And she is sure, beyond doubt, that her ideas are correct. She is sure she knows who is going to hell, who to purgatory and who (very few) to heaven. She explains the changes to Catholic dogma during the fifties and sixties, but does it with barely hidden scorn. At one point she even says, “God knows best. Presumably.”

When she is interrupted in the lecture by several of her former students who want to stage a pageant for her, things get very dark and unwieldy. The pageant they perform was written by Sister’s “best” student sometime during the fifties, but seems quite odd performed by adults. It seems these adults were all warped, to some degree or other, by Sister Mary Ignatius’ teaching.

(Editor’s Note: The plays are now in production at the Morgan-Wixson Theatre in Santa Monica. When I got into the Morgan-Wixson auditorium I discovered that it is not a small theatre. There are at least three hundred seats. It is not, however, an Equity house, so it lives in that grey area of LA Community Theatre, and as such, I decided it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to cover it for LATR.)

In the Morgan-Wixson Theatre’s production, Sister Mary Ignatius was very enjoyable. There were some odd directorial choices, for instance a wall that inexplicably and clumsily closes in on the students. Also, when the students show up, Sister Mary screams because she thinks she’s seen Mother Mary, but is placed on the stage in such a way that she couldn’t possibly have seen the student she thinks is the Virgin.

Joanna Churgin as Sister Mary is marvelous. Her posture is severe, her demeanor is utterly believable and her comic timing and delivery are subtle and impeccable. You feel, just like Mr. Durang for writing the play, that you are going to hell for laughing, but you can’t help yourself because she is so damned funny.

Brighid Fleming plays Thomas, her young disciple, with charmingly blithe but earnest repetition of the catechism. It was halfway through the play that I realized the pious young boy might possibly be being played by a girl, but wasn’t sure until the curtain call, where her hair was down and she had donned her dress, that I was certain. The four former students were all good. Justin Sanders was very funny as Aloysius, the one who used to wet his pants in class as a boy. Hunter Davis was also good as Gary, the gay one. (”You do that thing that makes Jesus puke, don’t you?” Sister Mary asks him.) Genevieve La Court was charming as Philomena, who had a child out of wedlock.

Sam Bianchini, who plays Diane Symonds, the ring-leader and most troubled of the former students, is a good actress. She makes a common mistake, however, one that director Jeremy Aluma either pointed her toward or let her get away with. During her long, dark monologue about her tragic life after school and her loss of faith, Ms. Bianchini wrings the last bit of rage and grief out of the words, but completely forgets that the play is a comedy. Granted, it is a dark and absurd one, but the extreme tragedy at the core of the character is the exact crux of Durang’s comedy and her delivery seems more about her ability as an actress than it does about serving the story. Whereas the reality of Ms. Churgin’s performance, grounded in human truth, is bitingly funny, Ms. Bianchini’s performance pulls the audience out of the play. It is to Ms. Churgin’s extreme credit that she is able to bring the humor back at the end.

In The Actor’s Nightmare, George Spelvin (if that’s his real name), an accountant (if that’s his real occupation), finds himself, inexplicably, on stage performing either Noel Coward’s Private Lives or, perhaps, Shakespeare’s Hamlet or Bolt’s A Man for All Seasons. Or is it Beckett’s Waiting for Godot? Odets’ Waiting for Lefty? Someone is waiting for something, and Mr. Spelvin is thrown between the plays and in (and out of) costumes until he is quite torn down.

Almost everyone who has ever performed live knows where Mr. Durang got his inspiration to write this play, that recurring dream where we are thrust on a stage in the wrong outfit or the wrong script or the wrong cast or unrehearsed or simply naked. These dreams are always too real and the fact that they are shared by so many is small comfort. In the play, Mr. Durang adds to that nightmare Catholic guilt and brings the dream to an ultimate conclusion that is both shocking and funny.

I fear most of the play’s humor was lost on most of the audience at the Morgan-Wixson, who had probably never heard of, much less seen, a play by Beckett or Odets. The production is good, funny, but there is something missing. The actors who guide George through the play that he doesn’t remember ever having rehearsed for are Grande Dame Sarah Siddons (played with grand Grande Dame-ness by Angie Light), Henry Irving, the gay ham who is the blustery Horatio (well played by Amir Levi) and Dame Ellen Terry, the perky, garbage-can dwelling personification of absurd experimental theatre (played with delightful deadpan sincerity by Kat Primeau.)

Julie Civiello plays Meg, the stage manger, who comes on in the nightmare play in various thrown-on costumes to give Mr. Spelvin what prompting she can in order to guide him through his performance. Ms. Civiello has a very good stage presence, but infuses the role with a bit to much schtick for my taste.

Johnny Arena’s performance of George Spelvin may be why the production doesn’t quite gel. He plays it with a wink and a nod to the audience as if he shares a secret joke with them instead of the abject dread and terror of them that is the basis for and thrust of the play.

The sets for both plays, by John Merritt, are very grand and very good, despite the clumsy moving wall in Sister Mary Ignatius mentioned above. The lights were by William Wilday. They were especially good in Nightmare, becoming almost another character pulling the confused Mr. Spelvin around the stage as if by the nose.

The sound, by Zachary Lovitch was good, although the pre-show music and intermission sound were odd choices. Pre-show music was a disconcerting combination of pop songs with the words “dream” or “sleep” in them with jarring segues of church organ music between them. The intermission background sound was recordings of dialogue from old British movies that was very distracting. It was difficult to understand exactly what was being said in them, but difficult to ignore them, either. The costumes by Heather Marie Bassett were quite good.

Sister Mary Ignatius Explains It All for You and The Actor’s Nightmare are performed Fridays and Saturdays at 8 pm and Sundays at 2 pm through May 29th.

The Morgan-Wixson Theatre is at located 2627 Pico Blvd, Santa Monica, CA 90405, between 26th and 27th Streets.

Ticket prices: $18.00 general admission, $15.00 for students and seniors.

Reservations online at www.morgan-wixson.org or by phone at (310) 828-7519.