Storm's Jerry has an appealing crustiness and rich timbre to his voice; Gerdes' shrugging, thin-voiced Anson works in counterpoint — they are the Mutt and Jeff of the California-Nevada desert, with more on their minds than in their brains.
Kadina De Elejalde haunts Anson with visions of life after death. She's a beauty from El Salvador with thick mascara and eternal verities to spare. Rolston's ghost Johnny circles around Jerry. He's a peacock gambler, just hanging around to watch, with a slicked-hair, '30s-noir style and echoes of Christopher Walken. Compared to Anson's compassionate ghost, Johnny is largely fueled by his contempt and disgust for how low his ward, Jerry, has fallen — a contempt entirely justified by Jerry's once expensive and now crumpled suit. Johnny is, perhaps, the vision of how Jerry once imagined himself. The contrast is striking.
The conceptual-theater director Lee Breuer recently argued that a new play should be presented exactly as the playwright intended for at least the first five productions. And one presumes that's what's being delivered here, since Steppling is the co-director. The play is so rich in concepts, however, that I long to see that sixth production, where the play turns visually and stylistically on any one of those concepts — love, remorse, aging, luck, death, immortality — rather than the text being merely illustrated. It is, however, a beautiful, smart, funny, absurdist and humane text, well rendered by the ensemble, and well worth a hearing.
PHANTOM LUCK | By JOHN STEPPLING | Presented by GUNFIGHTER NATION at the LOST STUDIO | 130 S. La Brea Ave., L.A. | Fri.-Sat., 8 p.m.; Sun., 7 p.m.; through Nov. 28 | (323) 933-6944
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