Fringe of Humanity
Paul Calderon packs so many obscenities into his
play Fringe of Humanity that they
nearly form a barrier between the audience and the characters. The scatology
can’t be defended by claims to verisimilitude or naturalism; it’s just vulgar
writing. Mr. Calderon doesn’t seem to be able to write a line without obscenity.
And this is a shame since Fringe of Humanity, presented by Primitive Grace and Access Theater
at The Access Theatre off-off-Broadway, is otherwise a nice production. It
concerns an L.A. film crew making a movie in a Latin American country. They’re
in pre-production, still casting, about to scout for locations. The characters
argue and jockey for alpha position, working through greed and vanity and
jealousy. “You wanna make movies, you gotta deal with assholes,” says the
producer, and the foul-mouthed characters confirm the postulate.
The immediate business for these movie-makers is to
audition a couple of young actresses in the hotel room. But the audition
doesn’t take up all that much time, actually. More time is spent with the men
arguing among themselves. One hothead pulls out a knife a couple of times, but
it doesn’t amount to anything. These characters are just volatile and infantile.
Mr. Calderon makes us believe in them, but he never makes us care about them.
There’s not much plot here, but Mr. Calderon, who
also directs, keeps the play full of dramatic action. He keeps the dialogue
moving allegro, and he makes each
beat clear and crisp. He often has salsa music playing under the dialogue, and
it gives the play a frenetic tone. From time to time the rhythm climaxes in an
exciting moment, very well done. Unfortunately, Mr. Calderon doesn’t leave his
actors time to think between beats, and he directs them to yell.
Mr. Calderon himself plays the central role of the
director, expressively, if not with subtlety. David Zayas plays the producer;
he’s servicable but he shouts too much, all bluster. We get a first-rate performance from
Jakob Von Eichel as an assistant director. He has opposites in his character
that make for a depth the other characters lack. Rebecca Nyahay also works very
well as the producer’s wife, succeeding when she’s called upon to be
hysterical. We miss a structured plot in this production, but the cast keep us
absorbed.
Mr. Calderon, then, is a better actor than
playwright and a better director than actor. His vision isn’t totally bleak.
Some of the characters indicate a real moral fiber after the play’s crisis;
it’s the producer who’s an affront to decency. He shows an interesting facet of
his character when he calls himself an artist, and he calls his work “commercial
art, but art nevertheless.” There’s an insecurity in him that’s only suggested.
All in all, Fringe
of Humanity is an interesting study of characters. It seems to be a
cautionary tale warning New York actors to keep away from the L.A. film industry.
And it’s a vehicle for some work that’s engaging – obscenities aside – if
unremarkable.
Steve Capra
January 2017
January 2017