Peter Gil-Sheridan’s comedy for Keen Company raises a range of topical issues but fails to cover new ground.
Liberals are often criticized for their hand-wringing and failure to walk the walk. But the progressive lawyer at the center of Peter Gil-Sheridan’s “This Space Between Us” intends to lead a life of purpose. “Maybe we could all stand to feel a little more guilty,” he says, without telling us exactly why.
His career move from cushy corporate job to international aid work, which rattles his loved ones, could be a compelling, if familiar, indictment of modern-day complacency. But there is neither urgency nor bite in the fallout of his decision, which the playwright uses as a jumping-off point for tired topical debates that rarely get off the ground.
“This Space Between Us,” an occasionally amusing but stalled new comedy that opened on Wednesday night at Theater Row, begins, ironically enough, at the races, where Jamie (Ryan Garbayo) delivers the news to his family. His dad (Anthony Ruiz), a conservative Cuban immigrant whose small business recently went bankrupt, doesn’t get how Jamie could give up easy money. Neither does his mom (Joyce Cohen), who says that if they fall on hard times she and her husband may have to work at Home Depot to get by without his help. His boyfriend, Ted (Tommy Heleringer), and his best friend Gillian (Alex Chester) selfishly don’t want to lose him when he is ultimately relocated to Nairobi. His aunt Pat (Glynis Bell), both supportive and wise, tells him to go with God (she’s a nun).
Subsequent scenes offer different contexts for clashing opinions, mostly cross-generational, about what people are allowed to say these days and why others might be offended. The play’s title largely seems to refer to the gap in understanding that widens as history barrels forward and people scramble to keep up.
“I’m from another time,” Jamie’s father says as he tinkers with his broken watch. “Why doesn’t anyone know how to laugh anymore?”
Various points of view collide but these moments fail to generate tension or momentum. Ted is hospitalized with a bad cold, seemingly for the sake of revealing to Jamie’s family that Ted is H.I.V. positive, and explaining what it means that his viral load is undetectable. Jamie and Gillian, who are both mixed race, briefly argue about what it means to pass as white but not identify with white culture. Sister Pat is made to answer for the homophobia of the Roman Catholic Church.
All the while, Jamie’s motivation for changing careers doesn’t seem to get much deeper than his vague desire to do good. He even goes as far as to ask, in so many words, how anyone could throw a party when there are people starving in Africa, the continent often serving here as a stand-in for global misfortunes.
This Keen Company production, directed by its artistic director, Jonathan Silverstein, is pleasantly modest but almost too straightforward. Though the furniture changes, one hulking constant is a racetrack scoreboard that spans the back of the stage, limiting an already tight playing space with a too obvious metaphor. (The set design is by Steven Kemp.) Between scenes, chyrons on the scoreboard display an assortment of headlines — a natural disaster in Bangladesh, racist remarks from Mitch McConnell — that contribute to the generalized atmosphere of bad news.
The theater sporadically goes dark as Jamie is spotlighted mid-action, looking out at the audience to the sound of a heart beating (lighting design is by Daisy Long, sound by Luqman Brown). It’s a play for drama and connection, for the audience to identify with someone who’s voiced a general dissatisfaction with the status quo.
But real-world problems, overwhelming as they may be, have stakes, specificity and individual flavor. Bridging the space between us takes not just naming, but inhabiting them.
This Space Between Us
Through April 2 at Theater Row, Manhattan; bfany.org. Running time: 1 hour 40 minutes.
Source: Theater - nytimes.com
