"The Dark Is Not Dark Enough"
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BAD CHOICE!! Not only did the production suffer greatly from the lack of its multiple lighting effects—the exceedingly episodic script calls for blackouts on almost every page—but viewing this muddled, nearly incomprehensible play in the gloom created by a handful of dim houselights was tantamount to having been forced to don a translucent blindfold just before the action started.
THE BLACK BOOK, a well-intentioned play inspired by the suicide of one of Mr. Blechman’s classmates in 2007, was produced at Syracuse University in 2011, had an Off-Off Broadway showing in 2012, and is now, as it says, once more challenging “its audience to stay one move ahead.” My advice is to face that challenge by staying one move behind, or to put it more plainly, by avoiding THE BLACK BOOK entirely.
I’m afraid a brief summary of the plot is beyond my limited skills, and all I can say is that most of the action transpires on a college campus, that it involves a troubled, black-book carrying student (David Siciliano) who’s written a poem that his poetry professor (Gabe Templin) believes may indicate suicidal thoughts; that he and his drama professor buddy (Sean Borders) are somehow inextricably involved in the student’s tortured psyche; that the troubled student is jealous about the relationship between his friend (Joe Reece) and a blonde named Nicole (Haley Dean); that a ghostly girl (Antonieta Pereira) in a white straitjacket with dangling sleeves wanders vaguely through the action; that there’s a female school psychologist (Margy Love), whom the drama professor keeps hitting on, and a female psych professor (Catie Humphreys) who teaches a course about suicide; that time is fluid; that we keep hearing the troubled student's line, "I am slowly going crazy"; that all the women dress fashionably, wear lots of makeup, and have perfect hair; that characters are not who they seem to be; that a rope hanging from a branch as well as a pistol play a role; and that none of it is anywhere near as clear as these random facts may suggest.
|David Sicilano (standing), Sean Borderes. Photo: Sara Edwards.|
|Margy Love, Sean Borderes. Photo: Sara Edwards.|
While its goal of dealing with the problem of suicide is certainly laudable, the play is such a confusing mishmash of surrealism and realism—mingling dreams, memories, soliloquies, direct address, violence, loud whooshing noises (the busy sound designer is Christopher Marc), and numerous other pretensions—all of it performed on a raked stage floor painted as a chess board (design by Anna Beyersdorfer), that whatever message it seeks to convey is lost in the dramatic detritus. (Yes, part of the action is staged as a chess game.) Soon enough you’ll wish that not only the lighting board but the entire electrical system had suffered an outage. Whatever talents the actors have (an open question) are squashed by the opaque script, but they should be congratulated for keeping their poise throughout this fumbled exercise. THE BLACK BOOK claims to have a running time of 99 minutes, not 100, mind you, so you may wish to check its accuracy. Even at 99 minutes, though, it’s at least 89 minutes too long.
|Joe Reece, Haley Dean. Photo: Sara Edwards.|
American Theatre of Actors at the Serene Sargent Theatre
354 West Fifty-Fourth Street, NYC
Through November 22