By Ciara LaVelle
By Jose D. Duran
By Kat Bein
By Juan Barquin
By Ciara LaVelle
By George Martinez
By Kat Bein
By Ciara LaVelle
Florida Shakespeare Theatre (FST), in its plush digs at the Biltmore Hotel, has mounted Jane-Jon's latest work, Jack and Jill, as the second show of its season. I first saw this static piece, which features one-dimensional characters declaiming aphorisms instead of exchanging dialogue, at the Pope Theatre in Manalapan. After sitting through it a second time, I make this plea: Jory, unmask thyself! If only to ensure that you never write another play with a female character as vapid and irritating as Jill again and claim to be a woman while doing so.
Jack and Jill is a meet, mate, separate, meet again, fail again romance that hits all the late twentieth-century middle-class American relationship notes: problems with intimacy, fear of commitment, pursuing careers versus having babies. Throw in pot smoking, love making, and plate breaking. And of course a divorce. Instant two-act play. Unfortunately Jane-Jon forgot to add heart.
FST's production opens promisingly with melancholy piano music setting a reflective tone. Jack (Juan F. Cejas, who also directs) and Jill (Susanne Kreitman) enter and sit on chairs at opposite ends of an otherwise bare stage. Jack spots Jill across what we realize is a library; she brushes off his pick-up lines. The second scene finds us in Jill's apartment, with the duo awkwardly talking about sex in fragmented, staccato phrases -- just about the only dialogue in the entire script that sounds as if real people are speaking. Suddenly, they're married. Just as suddenly, she's bitching about having to follow him to California for his job. Then she's in medical school. Then she's smashing wedding china on the floor.
By the shattered-dishes scene, Cejas seems to lose interest in his character. Who can blame him? As written, Jack's a cipher, and it will take more than convincing acting to bring him to life; the character needs a blood transfusion. As the actor's energy level plummets, Jack becomes more and more ghost-like, fading away as the minutes pass. Kreitman's Jill continues vacillating between discontent and aggressiveness for no discernible reason until the couple comes together for a tender moment at the end of the act. This kindles the hope that the piece may actually go somewhere in the second half. It doesn't.
Amazingly, Kreitman keeps the abrasive Jill alive and, at times, even crackling. She gives an admirable performance in a thankless role. I look forward to seeing what she can do in a part about an authentic human being, not a stick figure who spouts diluted feminism.
If I'm being hard, it's because this play is too easy. It takes the obvious route at every chance, exploiting a simplistic idea of a modern male-female relationship: She's tough; he's a mushball. What a radical reversal of traditional roles! It relies on facile techniques to nail the thin-as-onion-skin text to the wall: short, snapshot-size scenes bridged by asides to the audience; a backstage crew wandering on and off the stage with props and costumes. And the play confuses dramatic conflict and disagreement: Whatever he says, she opposes, and vice versa. There's a "Let's write one about relationships" stench to it all, and an abundance of warmed-over self-help jargon delivered with nary a shred of irony: "Males from infancy have more space." "I must not build my life around someone else." And this scintillating exchange:
Jill: "It's a question of identity."
Jack: "It's a question of commitment."
Artistic director Cejas dazzled us with an impassioned rendition of Strange Snow, FST's inaugural production in its new home this past September, confirming his reputation as a risk-taking talent. Snow was to be followed by two musicals playing in rep during November and December, with Julius Caesar and Antony and Cleopatra slated for this month. After a parting of the ways with its co-producers and delays in building an outdoor amphitheater for the Shakespeare productions, however, FST was forced to revamp its season.
In theory, Jack and Jill must have seemed a clever solution. It's a contemporary work about a man and a woman who cannot communicate -- most of us can relate to that. And a small cast and a minimal set render the play relatively inexpensive and quick to get up on its feet. Unfortunately this choice by FST and Cejas is a risk that doesn't take.