BACK STAGE WEST
October 17, 2002
EDDGEFEST REVIEWS
All works of art
have a story behind them, but the Watts Towers--that consistently awe-inspiring
outsider masterpiece of steel rods and hoops, reinforced cement, and vintage
detritus--are a virtual testament to the artist's life. The eccentric Italian
bricklayer Simon Rodia, who built them in his Watts backyard for more than
three decades, then simply walked away from them in the mid-1950s after a
stroke, is as rich and mysterious a figure as his work would suggest.
But you won't
find that rich figure in John Kafkaloff's flimsy docu-play, in which a now-dead
Rodia (played frantically, sputteringly by Casey Mandel) emerges to regale us
with such choice anecdotes and musings as "the towers--they be very big
thing I build," and "33 years--that's a long time!" Apparently
after death this Rodia lost his Italian accent, and is now able to pronounce
such quaint dialect as "no make-a sense" with standard American
diction. There's a sliver of revelation--when, after his wife dies, Rodia
wanders all the way to the beach, picks up a seashell, and realizes what to do
with his life, with a tragic clarity we can feel. And in one sequence
dramatizing Rodia's feverish, improvised construction methods, Mandel and
director Laura Jaoui make the most of a shiny Werner work ladder, otherwise a
depressing stand-in for the towers. Sapphira Joseph's dance interludes are
baffling and pedestrian, if mercifully brief.
But the worst
thing I can say about Sonomabitch is that the short slide show of the Towers themselves, in all
their crazy, lapidary beauty, shows up everything else onstage (even the blank
white mannequins, racks of female separates, and vintage pinball games at the
edge of the play's odd fashion-warehouse setting).
--Rob Kendt
"Sonamabitch," presented by L.A. Originals at
Patrick Apparel Int'l Fashion Warehouse, 818 S. Broadway, Suite 701, Los
Angeles. Wed.-Fri. 9:30 p.m. Through Oct. 18. 45 min. $7 suggested donation (or
$5 with EdgeFest passport). (909) 626-2772.