In actions that are more comical than sexy, Wayne and Scout stop to declare their undying love in a frenzy of pelvis grinding and neck biting in the play's most volatile moments. Claire Tyler projects such simultaneous displays of lust and aggression so convincingly that the connection between sex and violence seems undeniable. At the same time she is childlike. While Wayne launches into a diatribe, she starts fidgeting and giggling, snapping her gum like an overanxious cheerleader. The enthusiasm she and Wayne have for murder and their own fame is darkly naive and funny.
True to Hollywood form, Bob Rogerson as Bruce is a chameleon mix of artistic integrity and sellout politics. He vacillates from the tortured misunderstood artist to big-spending husband, father, and asshole to indignant liberal, defending his rights of free speech. When he finally wins an Academy Award, he gives the most effusive bootlicking speech known to man, and when he grasps the statue he had scoffed at before, he shouts victoriously: “You're mine now, you little eunuch!”
Say it loud, say it proud: The movies made them do it!
Through September 3. Written by Ben Elton. Directed by Joseph Adler. Starring Paul Tei, Claire Tyler, Bob Rogerson, Sandra Ives, Jennifer Lehr, and Tracey Barrow.
GableStage in the Biltmore Hotel, 1200 Anastasia Ave, Coral Gables; 305-446-1119
Because of the class differences between Bruce and his kidnappers, the set is crucial, and Rich Simone does not disappoint. Modern lines and stucco, the bar for entertaining, glass table for coke snorting, and Italian leather couch for wannabe-actress-defrocking all make for the perfect Beverly Hills home-cum-bachelor pad. It's also the perfect place for undeniably Hollywood-brat wisecracks from daughter Velvet (Lehr), who informs her father that no matter how much of a jerk he is, “You're still emotionally relevant to me.” The four-panel faux Warhol featuring Bruce adds a nice visual touch to the parody.
Popcorn uses TV screens onstage to reveal clips from Bruce's movies and in later scenes, the televised kidnapping of Bruce and company. This creates a sharp contrast between the anesthetizing glare of the screen and the pulse and sweat of real life on the stage. “It's the Wayne and Scout village,” Scout yells triumphantly when an underwear-clad camera crew arrives. What we realize from seeing their drama unfold on the screens is that despite astronomical budgets and special effects, the best home for Popcorn is the stage. Although the gunshots don't sound as real onstage, the action is much edgier -- from Brooke's quirky striptease to Wayne's violent outbursts -- and we realize this by watching both stage and screen versions simultaneously. Adler as director has managed to do something that should be an inspiration to all: He has made the genre relevant by giving it a context. Popcorn is a success because it's good theater, but it's also a success because it simply is theater. This is an achievement that few South Florida theaters strive to accomplish and crucial for those who want to bring in new and younger audiences. Lucky for us this comedy has found a home at GableStage. If I could send potential theatergoers (especially those under age 40) to one play this year, it would be Popcorn.