“How many toenails will it take to get to South
Dakota?"
I
think that Vicki Caroline Cheatwood’s Manicures
and Monuments, put on by the local Blue Moon Productions, was intended to
be tragicomedy, but I cannot say that with any authority. It is very hard to
discern the intended effect from a play that seems almost schizophrenic in
tone, switching from comedy to cynicism and from engaging supporting characters
to stale supporting props in the time it took me to eat a slice of the
fantastic lemon cake served during intermission, which was by far the best part
of the entire experience. The audience, most of whom were quite a bit older
than myself, seemed to take it as a series of humorous ‘There but the Grace of
God’ vignettes, but if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say that we were all
supposed to go home and be grateful for our human connections, no matter where
we find them. Either way, the quality of the play itself, combined with the
mediocre talent of Blue Moon Productions, was not what I would call an
enjoyable hour and a half.
The cast tried very hard. That is
the best thing I can say for them. The two main characters, Bailey (played by
Sahona Littig-Albin) and Janann (played by Hannah Brock), seemed sincere, but
confused. I never lost sight of the fact that they were playing characters, as
opposed to being characters. Their mannerisms, movements, and even word choices
seemed unnatural on their bodies. The pacing between their lines was also
unusual. At times, Janann and Baily almost seemed to trip over their words,
while other times, there were perceptible pauses. In both cases, the timing was
jarring, as were Janann’s lack of articulation and flubbed lines. Bailey’s artificial
‘Old Lady’ warble was problematic, as were the varied volumes of the cast as a
whole. No member of the cast, including Bailey’s lapdog Camille (played by
Jillian Hunsdon) and Nurse Smitty (played Laura Ewing) managed to keep a steady
volume, and the constant change was uncomfortable and made it hard to focus on
the play.
Naturalness
is a problem throughout the entire production. No one managed to end their monologues
naturally. The pauses within the monologues were obvious and false, their
declarations sounded like questions, and their gossip sounded like sadness;
stilted and full of insincerity. The female nursing home residents sounded
lively when cattily gossiping, but grew flat and dead when the lines called for
any emotion. Nurse Smitty was the closest to a natural tone, but her awkward
movements and costume ruined her overall effectiveness. Every movement, from pregnant
Janann’s running exit (Has she ever even seen
a pregnant woman move?) to Nurse Smitty’s fake almost-slap, were obviously and
sadly deliberate, and badly paced. The most natural entrance is from Mr.
Swanson, a bit character that dies before intermission, without a word to
remark his absence after said intermission.
No
one manages to interact naturally. Bailey and Camille sit stiffly together, Nurse
Smitty and the residents, including Luther and Sammy (played by Tyrell Albin
and Jordan Godlewski respectively) have obviously choreographed movements, while
Janann avoids touching anyone outside of her capacity as a manicurist – and she
should at least touch Bailey, as an example of their growing relationship.
Bailey
is such a strong character to be played so weakly. Baily’s warbling voice, her
small mannerisms, and even her limited movement within the room all suggest a
weak complainer, as opposed to the force of nature that she seemed written to
be. Janann should be boiling under a thin veneer of polite (an interesting
inner conflict), but Hannah Brock’s rendition comes off as unintelligent and
neurotic, at best. Nurse Smitty is meant to be seen from two perspectives – her
own, wherein she does the best she can as an overworked nurse with too many
patients, and Bailey’s, wherein Smitty is seen as lazy and uncaring. Bailey’s
point of view, while vaguely alluded to, never seems like more than
piss-and-vinegar as opposed to a display of Bailey’s compassion, and does not
endear her to the audience. To top off the bad acting, Luther’s sudden
transformation from rocking mess to avid conversationalist in the last scene of
the play is, quite frankly, completely unbelievable and added nothing to the
plot.
The
scenery is alright; rundown furniture evoked a standard low-budget nursing
home. There are some nicely inventive touches, such as a calendar on the wall,
some changing wall and piano décor, and other telltale signs to indicate season
and the passing of time. Unfortunately, they didn’t manage to keep up with
these elements throughout the play, making them more confusing than helpful.
The
costuming was equally hit-or-miss. Bailey and Camille always look appropriate,
but no nurse has ever worn such ill-fitting scrubs for so many years on end,
and Janann doesn’t so much as suggest the time and place as she does a quick
trip through a local thrift store on a small budget. The male residents look
nothing like any male nursing home resident that I have ever seen, save Mr.
Swanson (played by Clayton Hunsdon), who looks and sounds his part for his
whole fifteen combined minutes, all of which could have been cut with no loss
to the play.
The
lighting is just bad, frequently casting shadows across the faces of the
actors, which wouldn’t have been so bad if you didn’t need their facial cues to
understand what they were saying. There are no sound effects to speak of, but
the television theme songs playing between scenes was a nice touch that helped
set the period.
The
set was used well. Each space was utilized in a way that wasn’t too canned. The
overall feel of the set was appropriate, offering a pictorial composition that
matches the time and place intended by the author and director. The characters
move within the correct spaces, albeit awkwardly through no fault of the
director. The pacing is bad but again, it’s due to awkward entrances, exits,
pauses, flubs by the actors, and even a weird tempo change in the script
itself, and does not seem to be an issue with the blocking of the play.
The
audience seemed to enjoy the play. There was minimal talking, nudging, cell
phone use, or other distractions. They laughed at the appropriate moments,
gasped as the appropriate moments, and clutched their chests or purse straps at
the appropriate moments. However, the play seemed to be forgotten as soon as
the curtain went down, because I didn’t hear a single comment on the production
during our exodus to the parking lot. The playgoers seemed to be a social
group, and more concerned with the gossip therein than in discussing whatever
the play made them feel, which lends credence to the idea that it didn’t really
make any of us feel anything.
Altogether,
this play showed the best and worst of Community Theater. The cast and
production staff came together with a dream and a limited budget, and made this
production happen. The play itself had quite a few issues with pacing, with
character development, and even with wording, and although their struggle is
evident, it highlights their desire to do well. Unfortunately, this desire
manifested itself in overacting worthy of Master Thespian himself. I did not
enjoy this play, but I would certainly attend another play by Blue Moon
Productions or by director Jack Hunsucker, in the hopes that their experience
led them to improvement and just to support their efforts, which are admirable in
and of themselves. (Or even for more of that lemon cake.)
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