LOS ANGELES TIMES
December 18, 2003
'Playground' is in need of
some basic schooling
by Rob Kendt
As stuffed as it is with academic chatter and self-important
lectures, what "Death: or the Playground" really needs is to go back
to school--playwriting school. Co-writers Dave Jamison and John Cady have a lot
on their mind about the meaning of life and the elusiveness of understanding,
and they've apparently put all of it onstage, in the mouths of characters who
are more paper and ink than flesh and blood.
Worse still, they haven't constructed a play at all but instead a
series of sketches, excused from dramatic logic or even thematic development by
a purportedly "absurdist" style. Sorry, but if this literal-minded
jumble of scenes is absurdism, then I'm a bald soprano.
There are flashes of insight and genuine humor among the chaff,
particularly a haunting story about the power of the subconscious told by
William Burroughs (Gregory Humphreys) and a rambling narrative from a barfly
(Ron Rogge) about a marital escapade gone wrong. And when the protagonist
(excellent, sporting Adam Garcia), in whose deathbed-addled mind the entire
evening might simply be a hallucination, steps forward to deliver
well-modulated musings on wisdom, time and love, we could be watching a
particularly engaging one-man show.
Unfortunately we aren't. Instead we get a mixed bag of pointless,
talky vignettes accompanied intermittently by tinkly music (by Victor
Bertuccelli).
L. Kenneth Richardson makes a fiery Paul Robeson and Craig Cady
etches a variety of tetchy characters.
But it's the fine Victoria Ullmann, as a ditzy college student,
who delivers the show's signature line with conviction: "So this is like
one of those Socratic dialogues!" Not.
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'Death: or the Playground'
Where: Lyric Hyperion Productions at the Stella Adler Theatre,
6773 Hollywood Blvd., Los Angeles
When: Thursdays-Sundays, 8 p.m.
Ends: Jan. 11 (dark Dec. 23-Jan. 1)
Price: $18
Info: (323) 841-2270
Running time: 1 hour, 50 minutes