Comedy of Terrors
|Photo by Lee Wochner|
In a different scene, slender Sol -- identically dressed -- also sits at home (a barren stage) watching helplessly as his dog (James Smith) yawns at his master's ruminations upon the struggles of the proletariat -- a diatribe that tests the limits even of canine loyalty. (For, like Sally, the pooch is also planning an escape.) A single portrait of Castro hanging on the wall tells you pretty much all you need to know about Sol.
Scanlon's often brutal satire springs from the pope's visit to Cuba, where feeble Catholicism walked gingerly among the shards of communism (and the shattered ideals of America's political left). Writing to the pope, Sal begs him that if the Vatican is really involved with the CIA and international intrigue, please don't write back. Sol, seeing the visage of his idol Karl Marx (Henson), asks him why he's not upset about the death of communism. "How can something be dead that was never born?" Marx fires back casually. Just wait.
Marx's pronouncement is underscored by the presence of Blight (Smith again), a deranged, war-wounded veteran turned CEO (his dad made him volunteer for all three branches of the military) who downsizes his employees (Sol and Sal), himself and -- presumably -- the world economy into oblivion. Sol and Sal's hatred rips them to shreds, while Blight -- the real cause of their distress -- looks on, bemused.
In an allegory on this scale, there's simply no room for psychological realism. Under Matt Almos' zippy staging, the play is part Gogol, part Ionesco and mostly Jules Feiffer. The Superhumans consists of a series of comic-book sketches that reveal a kind of Hegelian dialectic: thesis, then antithesis, leading to grace. For Sal and Sol are, of course, the same man, floating through the firmament. The play has at least three scenes too many, and Sally is conspicuously absent from one scene in which she's the crux -- yes, this is Scanlon's first play. But what a debut. The stage may be the size of a closet, but talk about a room with a view.
The players are all terrific comedians, and Brian Benison's original baroque-tinged score sets a tone that brings poetry to politics.
By TOM SCANLON | At MOVING ARTS | 1822 Hyperion Ave., Silver Lake | Through April 11
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