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
The drama, a new production of which is being staged at the Florida Playwrights' Theatre in Hollywood, traces the self-discovery of a woman (Kimberly Ehly) with two kids and an abusive husband; she realizes her life needs to expand. And expand it does, as the feisty main character goes back to school, gives up smoking, throws out her husband, and declares her love for another woman. What the work never does, however, is develop into a full-fledged play. It takes more than a catchy concept for that to happen.
At the FPT, where the show is helmed by artistic director Paul Thomas, Julie Johnson unwinds on a two-ply set. One end of the stage depicts Julie's living room. As the play opens, her two kids (Ashley O'Connor and Nicolae Popescu) come home from school and find her crying and immobile on the floor. As she explains to best-friend-next-door Claire (Julie Dawn Francis), she doesn't "want to be stupid no more." Her quest for higher education leads her to the other end of the stage, the office of Mr. Miranda (Andre Todd Bruni). He is the science teacher in whose class Julie enrolls herself and Claire in a quest to leave the confines of her working-class universe, where women marry and reproduce at a higher rate than they get their high school diplomas.
The main triumph of the FPT production is that it manages to overcome the obstacles presented by its oblong storefront space, which has the aspect ratio of a Cinemascope movie screen. You can't take in the entire stage in one look, so Thomas divides it into two performance areas, the better to delineate Julie's life. The problem with Julie Johnson, however, is that it needs a dramaturg more than it needs an inventive stage designer. And the performances, which range from spirited to awful in this production, are beside the point.
Julie Johnson takes stabs at momentous themes, ranging from the narrow expectations of some working-class women and the very real dangers of domestic violence to the politics of declaring oneself a lesbian. The play is overloaded with weighty issues that would be a challenge to the most experienced writer. But what plagues this drama is not so much that it's overambitious, but that Julie's story seems more like a sketch for a play than a story itself. It has no dramatic punctuation. Rather, all of Julie's achievements arrive in the same exhilarating rush of activity. Her ability to quit smoking, for example, is given nearly as much weight as her falling in love.
What's missing are the idiosyncratic details that could make Julie and her family individuals instead of just ideas for characters. The idea is that Julie is trapped and desperate in her dead-end life but is also inspired by an urge to escape. When her husband hits her yet again, she throws his clothes out the window. (In the one iota of suspense, we never see Julie's abusive husband; he's only an angry knock on the front door.) She then realizes she has no skills with which to support her family. That's a provocative theme, given its implications for abused women with no work experience, but we never see Julie solve this problem.
She's off and running to the next confrontation -- her sexual attraction to her best friend, Claire. Courtesy of the convenience of shallow melodrama, Claire also happens to like women. The two indulge their relationship, then move on to the next crisis. Nothing about Julie's discovery of her sexual orientation is unique.
Hammond's one good idea was to explore the life of a woman who lives in a specific time and place and has to struggle to find herself within those boundaries. But beyond the skeletal information that she lives in Hoboken in the early Nineties -- and that she secretly buys Omni and Discovery magazines while grocery shopping -- we never glean anything else about Julie that makes her an individual. By no coincidence, she remains as generic and unimagined as the title of the play. FPT, which bravely takes chances on new and underproduced plays, has unfortunately hit a dud with this one.
Speaking of new works, this year's edition of Summer Shorts, which featured Florida premieres of fifteen tiny plays, deserves kudos, particularly for its gifted cast and directors. The rep company was consistently strong. I want to single out Elizabeth Dimon, specifically for her work in Untamed, in which she played Kate, the now-middle-aged heroine of Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew, wonderfully updated by Richard Hellesen. She also shone as the focus of Airborne, Gib Johnson's play about an airline ticket agent who takes it upon herself to change people's travel destinations in accordance with their spiritual needs.
Equally strong was Nell Gwynn as a desperate urban dweller in Jose Rivera's unsettling A Tiger in Central Park. She was also a bereaved daughter in Susan Westfall's moving With the Patience of Angels and a woman who's lost her sister in Don Nigro's haunting Sin Eater, plus several other roles.