Aural Sex

Nilo Cruz's poetic words return to the New Theatre stage

There is much to savor and even more to contemplate in Nilo Cruz's new play Beauty of the Father, now receiving a visually compelling world premiere at the New Theatre, www.new-theatre.org the third world premiere of a Cruz play at the Coral Gables space in as many seasons. The production offers several pleasures, first and foremost of which is Cruz's poetic, luxuriant language. Listening to Beauty is like floating in a tropical, flower-scented river of words, to use a Cruzian simile. That river may meander and its current may seem awfully slow, but that's really part of its charm. Cruz isn't interested in white-water adventures, in taking you somewhere else in a blinding rush. He's more into exploring the expanding dimensions of emotional and tactile experience. Time slows down in Cruz's plays -- it's meant to -- but awareness heightens. The words, the poetry, and the imagery behind them, when well spoken, become an act of seduction. This writer is into aural sex.

Beauty of the Father traces several of Cruz's recurring themes -- alienation, reconciliation, romantic rivalry, and sex as a confusing, disruptive force -- which were central to his Pulitzer Prize winner, Anna in the Tropics, as well as Hortensia and the Museum of Dreams, both of which also preemed at the New. Like those plays, Beauty begins with an arrival from across the sea. In a Spanish seaside village a sculptor, Emiliano, awaits his long-estranged daughter, Marina, who is coming from the United States to visit him after the death of her mother, Emiliano's ex-wife. Emiliano, who fled the family years before, has constructed a new life as an exile, sculpting and carousing with his sometime paramour Paquita. But his deeper needs remain unresolved.

He hungers to reconnect with Marina, but she's wary and distant at first. Emiliano's frustration with Marina increases when she befriends, then begins to flirt with his protégé and tenant, a young Moroccan immigrant named Hakim. What Marina doesn't know and Emiliano keeps secret is that he is desperately in love with Hakim himself. But that's not Emiliano's only secret. He's also being visited by the ghost of Federico Garcia Lorca, the great Spanish poet, who, though ever present, is invisible to the other characters. His mysterious entrance into Emiliano's troubled life could spell either salvation or doom.

Roberto Escobar (left) and Euriamis Losada, artist 
and student and maybe more
Roberto Escobar (left) and Euriamis Losada, artist and student and maybe more

Details

By Nilo Cruz, directed by Rafael de Acha. With Roberto Escobar, Ursula Freundlich, Euriamis Losada, Carlos Orizondo, and Teresa Maria Rojas. Through February 15; Call 305-443-5909
The New Theatre, 4120 Laguna St, Coral Gables

Much if not all of this story springs from aspects of Cruz's own life, either as reportage, wish fulfillment, or both. Certainly Cruz is heavily indebted to Lorca's style and sensibilities -- he is haunted by Lorca as surely as Emiliano is -- and the strongest relationship in this play is between Emiliano and Lorca, who adds both wry commentary and an impish sense of humor. This comedic impulse also happily infects the other characters. There's a sense of the joy of living in this tale, despite its darker tonalities of betrayal and loss.

That said, the script could use some work. The poetry at times tips into self-indulgence. Some similes are bewildering: "That smile he had -- like a piece of bread." Huh? Certainly aspects of the storyline could use a tune-up as well. The plot, which seems to drift through much of the play until a rapid series of late-arriving crises, could be helped with more dramatic tension prior to its tempestuous finale. The central element, Marina's discovery of her father's relationship with Hakim, is dispatched in a less than potent way, when Paquita simply tells Marina what's up. Moreover Marina is already on to Emiliano's bisexuality, apparently from before the play begins.

Most of these issues swirl around the rather underwritten characterization of Marina, a good girl who's trying to do the right thing. Marina could use more fire, especially at the start -- her resentment of her father evaporates quickly and her easy acceptance of the secrets Emiliano is desperately trying to keep from her makes little dramatic sense. Cruz is trying to make sparks fly by striking flint with sea water: This Marina could use some steel.

As with his direction of the other Cruz plays, Rafael de Acha again shows a refined, sensual touch with this material. He uses the tiny stage to good effect, creating some dramatic friezes and isolated spotlights to make dreamlike moods. De Acha keeps wide distances between father and daughter -- Marina plays much of the first act as far as she can get from Emiliano, as if she's pressed against the theater's walls by a repelling force of fear and distrust. Meanwhile Lorca drifts in and out of scenes like a ghostly emcee, a pleasing contrapposto to the erotic standoff.

The acting company is an uneven blend of the New's regulars and some old cohorts of Cruz. As Emiliano, the artist in anguish, Roberto Escobar is solid if not scintillating, handling this difficult material with emotional honesty. When Teresa Maria Rojas as Paquita speaks Cruz's poetry, you see her struggling to find the exact word to express what she's feeling. Whether the actual words work as poetry or not doesn't diminish the dramatic effect -- the character is striving to communicate.

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