It’s
been said that radio dramas are the “theater of the mind,” since it is all
auditory. And that definition rings true when the plays, such as Orson Welles’
famous Martian invasion broadcast, actually create another world one can enter.
On
the other hand, there are radio stories, complete with sound effects, that
don’t quite deliver the goods. Call it the “theater of the never mind.” And that is
the case with Kid Simple by Jordan
Harrison, now at convergence-continuum.
Centered
on a most intriguing concept, the play veers off into uncharted territory. And
that could be a good thing. But due to one less than inspired performance and
fuzzy direction by Geoffrey Hoffman, the whole enterprise basically (sfx:
bowling ball dropped into a box of wet mud).
Yes,
sound effects are the one constant element in this “radio play,” with two Foley
artists (Lisa L. Wiley and sade wolfkitten) operating a variety of noisemakers
to provide an aural medium for the action in front of them. And
while some of their sounds are quite inventive (a squeaky balloon for erotic
impulses), many are more mundane and, what’s worse, ill-timed.
These
sfx are in the service of a story that gets short shrift. Moll is a young
student saddled with the usual half-ass parents who has invented “The Third Ear”
for her science fair project. It can hear sounds that are un-hearable, such as
grass growing and hearts breaking. Cool.
But
instead of following that interesting thought where it might lead, the
playwright goes all Boris and Natasha with the idea, having a mercenary spy intrude
on Moll’s space and then two shadowy figures stealing the invention. As a
result, Moll goes off to rescue her Third Ear, accompanied by Oliver, a teenage
virgin.
This
is played in counterpoint with another radio drama called “The Death of the
Music Teacher” featuring another hostile figure, a foreign baddie named Wachel
(a properly sinister Robert Hawkes).
Sure
it’s all weird and fun. And it might work given a more adventurous production.
But this con-con effort plays it safe where it shouldn't.
In
the key role of Moll, Layla Schwartz never takes chances to deliver on the
eccentric intelligence of a young prodigy. Drifting through her scenes, using
her constant smile as a replacement for more appropriate facial expressions,
Schwartz doesn’t challenge assumptions or engage her character in any
interesting way.
Much
better is Clint Elston as Oliver, reeking with flop sweat. And Tom Kondilas is
a treat as the mercenary in his many disguises, including impersonating Moll
herself.
True
to the form, there is a narrator played by Laura Starnick, and she handles her
duties with panache, including some meta references to herself.
But
director Hoffman doesn’t knit all the sound effects seamlessly into the action.
This is particularly evident towards the end, when the sounds are meant to
replace words in the dialog. That demands precise timing that is just absent,
as if a week of rehearsals went missing.
Kid
Simple is a promising play in search of a tight, precise and imaginative
production. And while there are some interesting performances, a vacuum at the
center makes it all go (sfx: water gurgling down a drain).
Kid
Simple: A Radio Play in the Flesh
Through
October 27 at The Liminis, produced by convergence-continuum, 2438 Scranton
Road, 216-687-0074
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