Jack House(left) and Aaron Bredlau. Photo courtesy Working Class Theatre NW |
There were six people in the audience
opening night for Working Class Theatre’s The
Sunset Limited. Six! What is wrong with this community that they don’t
flock to see this mind-boggling play? Has nobody read Cormac McCarthy? Did
nobody see the HBO movie starring Tommy Lee Jones and Samuel L. Jackson?
Every seat in the house should be filled
every night.
McCarthy’s The Sunset Limited hits raw nerves and challenges the intellect. It
is a philosophical and theological debate couched in a highly dramatic
confrontation between two men who are as diametrically opposite as two men can
be.
The men are called Black and White,
although Black (Jack House) calls White (Aaron Bredlau) “Professor.” Black is
an ex-con with a violent past that found God in prison and is now an
evangelical Christian dedicated to helping the junkies who live in his ghetto
neighborhood. White is a college professor and an atheist who has lost all hope
and only wants to die. He attempts suicide by trying to jump in front of The Sunset
Limited commuter train. Black catches him, seemingly coming out of nowhere, and
takes him back to his apartment and won’t let him leave until he has done
everything in his power to “convert” him—not to any particular religion, but to
faith that there is reason to live, reason to hope.
There is something mystical, surreal or
other worldly about these characters, beginning with their names, which not
only highlight racial differences but are obvious metaphors for being
complementary (yin/yang) opposites as. This mystical element first appears when
White says he looked before he leaped and there was no one there, yet Black
caught him. Are they symbols or metaphors, or are they mystical
beings—messengers of God or Satan locked in debate over whether or not life is
worth living? This is typical of McCarthy. Such mystical characters appear in
many of his books, often in the form of satanic avatars such as Judge Holden in
Blood Meridian and Chigurh in No Country for Old Men.
There is nothing simplistic about
Black’s religion. Although his arguments ring with evangelical fervor and are
sparked with down-home truisms and street language, his theology is complex and
intelligent.
White wants nothing to do with his
religion. He just wants to die. Over and over he says he’s leaving, and over
and over Black insists that he stay a little bit longer. White does not want to
be drawn into a theological debate. He says, “Good god, man. Show me a religion
that prepares one for death. For nothingness. There's a church I might enter.
Yours prepares one only for more life. For dreams and illusions and lies.”
Working Class Theatre Northwest is a
small company dedicated to producing socially conscious theater. They work on a
limited budget, as evidenced by the set for this play, consisting of donated or
scrounged furniture and props that probably cost nothing, all of which works
perfectly because that’s the way Black lives (the entire play takes place in
his tiny apartment). He has no stove, but only a hot plate; he has only two
plates, two coffee cups and two glasses—the bare minimum of everything.
Tim Samland’s direction is outstanding. He
and stage manager Chad Carpenter also run lights and sound (lighting design by
Tom Sanders), and costumer Christina Hughes serves as house manager—further
indications of what a small budget they operate with.
House and Bredlau are totally
convincing. House is expansive and expressive, often funny, shouting like a
revivalist preacher, and then he becomes quiet and introspective. At one point
he becomes as cowed and withdrawn as White, who throughout the play seems to
fold in on himself in fear and utter defeat, but then becomes a dynamo of anger
and righteous indignation when pressed to explain himself.
This is acting of the highest order.
These are actors who so thoroughly inhabit their characters that I don’t know
how they manage to go home to their families or out into the world after a
performance.
Performances
are Thursday through Sunday at 8 p.m. through Feb. 28 at Tacoma Youth Theater,
924 Broadway, Tacoma, and March 5-8 at 8 p.m. at The Midnight Sun, 113 N.
Columbia St. in Olympia. Tickets are by suggested donation: $12 for general
tickets and $10 for students, seniors, military and union members.
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I'm going! (March 8)
-- Curt Pavola (and Ricardo)
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