LOS
ANGELES TIMES
July
23, 2004
THEATER
BEAT
An
unhappy marriage of fairy-tale whimsy with topical scenes from the war in Iraq,
"The Four Dervishes" virtually bends over backwards to fuse its
disparate elements. But with few exceptions, the show's storytelling
contortions are more frustrating than entertaining.
In
a lobby prologue, Victorian explorer Sir Richard Burton (Robert Patrick Brink)
gives a blustery impromptu lecture on the fortunes of empires in Asia, North
Africa and the Persian Gulf, with contemporary resonances rippling out in
unexpected directions. This promisingly erudite, long-viewed opening is over
all too quickly.
Once
we're inside the theatre, a gauzy sandstorm strands three U.S. soldiers in the
desert outside Basra, Iraq, where they'll learn a thing or two about
forgiveness and cultural understanding from three jinn and an impish,
Polaroid-toting saint, Al-Khidr (Amber Skalski). Meanwhile, Burton pores over
books in a purgatorial library, wallowing in regret over a fateful trip to
Persia.
What
follows is a profoundly awkward mix of "Beetle Bailey"-level military
humor, fabulist moralizing, play-acted brutality and cloying exoticism. Apart
from a breathtaking shadow-puppet sequence designed by Alison Heimstead and
consistently strong sound design by co-author Tamadhur Al-Aqeel, the scenes
play mostly like one-note sketches without a punch line.
Aside
from the maddeningly repetitive script, the main problem here is tone. Director
and co-writer Katharine Noon hasn't decided what she wants from her capable
actors: gritty realism, commedia clowning, stylized story theater? "I was
just following orders" is the excuse one hapless soldier offers for
fighting a war he doesn't understand. The actors here appear to have been given
similarly muddled directives.
--Rob Kendt
"The Four Dervishes," the Ghost Road Company at the 24th Street Theatre, 1117 W. 24th St., L.A. 8 p.m. Thursdays-Fridays; 8 p.m. Sundays. Ends Aug. 8. $15 (310) 281-8341. Running time: 2 hours, 15 minutes.