Friday, March 16, 2018

Twilight’s Stage Kiss: Farce? Rom Com? Brilliantly, Both


Kristen Paige and Rob Kimmelman


By Tina Arth

Sometimes those of us who are consumers, not producers, of show biz can a little irritated by the fascination theater folk seem to have with stories that revolve around their insular little world.  Some of those stories amuse us a lot less than they seem to amuse the actors. However, as millions of fans of The Producers can attest, the right script with the right acting and direction = a rare gem. Playwright Sarah Ruhl’s Stage Kiss, now playing at North Portland’s Twilight Theater Company, is the real thing – a fine combination of farce and frothy romantic comedy with just enough serious undercurrents to give us a taste of thematic depth beneath the waves of laughter. Under the direction of Matt Gibson, seven actors (portraying a total of fourteen characters) deliver two hours (more or less) of broad gags and sly reactions, resulting in a show that’s impossibly funny.

Since Shakespeare’s time, the “play within a play” has been a time-honored device, and Ruhl doubles down by offering two such theatrical insets, each a parody of hackneyed, truly bad theater. Two actors (identified only as “She” and “He”) meet at a New Haven audition for a terrible, terribly stylized ‘30s drama called “The Last Kiss.” Turns out that they are ex-lovers from 15 years earlier, which adds some tension (sexual and otherwise) to the fact that they are expected to kiss regularly and passionately in the play. He is something of a bounder (with a girlfriend), while She now has a husband and teen daughter. In the short run, these tiny details are no obstacle to the revival of their old flame.  By the time we get to the second act (and second playlet) the now-loving and lusting couple has traveled to Detroit for leads in a gritty crime drama that presents a whole new set of conventions – the tough New York broad tangling with an IRA thug. The show’s somewhat surprising conclusion provides a satisfying reflection on the difference between love and infatuation, between living in the moment and living for the long run. Ultimately, the audience can feel that all is OK with the world – without being subjected to a cloying sentimentality that would dilute all of the lovely wit and slapstick that has come before.

While Stage Kiss is one of the funniest shows I’ve seen in several years, there are no actual jokes in the script – the humor comes not from wordplay, but from the cast’s ability to infuse humor through really, really good comic acting. Kristen Paige (She) captures her character’s narcissism and neuroticism, yet she somehow manages to make us care. Rob Kimmelman (He) does some fine physical comedy, especially when on crutches, and (like Paige) he manages without mugging, overacting, or chasing laughs. In fact, much of the finest comedy comes from watching and sharing the other actors’ reactions to the couple’s make-out scenes – subtle, organic, hilarious. Speaking of osculation, some of the evening’s funniest stuff comes when Paige has to audition and later rehearse with Jason Fox (as Kevin) – the sight of the hapless, clearly gay Fox trying to master a stage kiss is an image that clings to the brain like an octopus on the mask of an unwary diver.

Much of Derek Lane and Josiah Green’s set design is functional, but somewhat bare bones – the exception is the wonderfully gritty East Village studio, where every touch from dirty dishes to grimy handprints is depicted in loving detail. Laura Cunard’s keyboard work (and original music by Cunard, Gibson, and Jonnie Torres) is an unexpected pleasure.

My first reaction to Stage Kiss was that it was only to be missed if you’re in a coma – and I stand by that assessment (as long as you’re not a child – it’s dripping with mature themes and language).  Every house should be a full house!


Twilight Theater Company’s Stage Kiss is playing at the Performing Arts Theater, 7515 N. Brandon Avenue, Portland through March 25 with performances at 8 P.M. Friday and Saturday and 3:00 P.M. on Sunday.

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