LOS
ANGELES TIMES
November
19, 2004
THEATER
BEAT
"I
don't know how to act around people," stammers Charlie (Michael Petted),
the lumbering, shaggy-haired young man of the house in David Steen's bleak,
affecting "A Gift From Heaven."
Charlie
might be speaking for everyone onstage: No one in this isolated, hardscrabble
shack in the hills of North Carolina seems to know quite how to behave. If
they're not halting, faltering or stamping like nervous horses, the occupants
of this mood-swinging household are testing limits, each other's and their own.
Since no one wears more than a single layer of clothing in the dusty
Appalachian heat, it's hardly unexpected when they act out their pent-up needs
and frustrations on each other's bodies.
Ruling
this sad roost is the severe, witchy Ma (Beth Grant), whose routine consists of
berating her coltish adopted daughter Messy (Tara Buck) and cowed son Charlie
with threats and "Jesus dust," a key ingredient in her own eerie,
homespun version of Pentecostalism.
When
orphaned cousin Anna (Tara Killian) comes a-calling, Ma alternates between
simpering sycophancy -- since Anna has links to a moneyed branch of the family
tree -- and chilling tantrums that keep everyone off-balance.
Under
Jim Holmes' sculpted, unhurried direction, the play's stubborn rhythms and roiling
subtext get their full due, with bracing jolts of humor and horror jabbing out
like bony fingers. We can practically smell the rot on Victoria Profitt's
wood-slat set, under the cheerless warmth of J. Kent Inasy's lights.
We
can no more blame these folks for craving escape than for doin' what comes
naturally.
-- Rob Kendt
"A
Gift From Heaven," Camelot Artists at the Beverly Hills Playhouse, 254 S.
Robertson Blvd., Beverly Hills. 8 p.m. Fridays and Saturdays, 7 p.m. Sundays.
Ends Dec. 19. $35. (310) 358-9936. camelotartists.com. Running time: 2 hours,
10 minutes.