January 21, 2005
THEATER BEAT
Harsh, dudeÑthat's how Adam Rapp's long one-act "Finer Noble
Gases" feels. In its L.A. premiere at Sacred Fools in director Aaron
Francis' well-realized production, it's a play that gets a light buzz going
with the slacker comedy of two stoned couch potatoes, Staples (Ed Goodman) and
Chase (Scott Thewes), musing aimlessly about robots, aliens and drugs, then
despairing over the casual destruction of their TV by a mildly unhinged
roommate, Lynch (Joe Jordan).
With the perfectly foggy logic of the chemically stupefied,
Staples and ChaseÑwho also ostensibly play in a band whose name they can't
quite rememberÑdecide to pinch the television of a meek neighbor (Brandon
Clark), whose eagerness for connection is first touching, then a little scary.
This all plays out with flawlessly modulated deadpan on a set, by
Matt Scarpino and director Francis, that spares no disgusting detail in its
convincing bachelor-pad scumminess. A wired Thewes and the geeky Clark are
particularly fine in their first scene of cross-purposed neighborly small talk,
on which pivots the play's sharp turn from light stoner comedy to something
darker.
It's a buzz-kill without a punch line or a point, though. Rock 'n'
roll theater, like good rock 'n' roll, should be short, fierce and
unaccountable. But Rapp, like other playwrights in this genreÑEric Bogosian,
Bridget CarpenterÑfeels the need to reach for significance, pathos, metaphor.
With lives as bleak and messy as these, though, we don't need the extra coda to
catch the tune.
Rob
Kendt
"Finer Noble Gases," Sacred Fools Theatre, 660 N. Heliotrope Drive, Hollywood. 8 p.m. Thursdays, 10 p.m. Fridays through Saturdays. Ends Feb. 19. $15. (310) 281-8337 or www.sacredfools.org. Running time: 1 hour, 40 minutes.