Fringe: As I Am Truly Known

Emily Rieder's As I Am Fully Known, in which she also stars, is well on its way to being excellent. The story of a Catholic lesbian who becomes convinced that her same-sex relationship is causing God to punish her family, the play presents fully-drawn characters, interesting obstacles, and believable, funny, lyrical-yet-real dialogue. The chronology of the show isn't totally clear, and some parts are flat-out preachy. (Is the priest's "gay people are okay" monologue really necessary? If so, couldn't it be half as long?). The show also requires too many lengthy scene changes that slow the pacing. But these problems are small compared with the many strengths of the piece. And all five actors (Gretchen Ferris, Ross DeGraw, Rebecca Nerz, Jesse Presler, and Rieder) provide textured, true performances, and Presler deserves particular applause for his hysterical depiction of the main character's ne'er-do-well cousin. I look forward to seeing As I Am Fully Known again. (The title, by the way, comes from First Corinthians 13:12: "Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.")

Fringe: American Gypsy

Ben Whiting wrote and performs American Gypsy, a combination of one-man-multiple-character theatre and a magic show. Whitlaw plays three magicians: himself, his mentor Jim Cellini, and Cellini's teacher Tony Slydini. The show consists mostly of "words of wisdom" handed down, along with a falling out between Cellini and Slydini. Its 75 minutes are thin, and Ben Whiting is a better magician than actor. His performance would be improved, I think, if he pushed less, but I suspect that the two wiggling young children in the first row helped neither his performance nor the audience's enjoyment of it. Whiting's final piece of magic, done with two metal rings, was elegant and gorgeous.

Fringe: Jen and Liz in Love

In Jesse Weaver's lovely 45-minute two-hander, Jen and Liz in Love (nicely directed by Lory Henning), Liz is stuck in a kissing booth while her husband goes to deposit the day's profits. When Jen comes to tell her the fair is closing, Liz asks Jen to stay until her husband returns. As they chat, and argue, we learn about their shared past, their fears, and their desires. The show is funny, economical, and touching. Helene Galek, as Liz, gives a textured and poignant performance with only her lips and occasionally an eye visible. As Jen, Cindy Keiter is wary, subtle, and heart-breaking. (The title is not quite right: it tells too much and seems--to me, anyway--to suggest that the play will be about teens. I wish Weaver had used One Good Thing.)

Fringe: Dream of the Marionettes

Photo: Leslie Westbrook

It's an interesting concept: abused marionettes (played by humans) rebel against their puppetmaster, making him the marionette and reveling in their newfound freedom. Unfortunately, the execution is by the numbers: between each song, the sex-crazed marionette says something sex-crazed, the mean marionette says something mean, the nervous marionette says something nervous, etc, and then they sing another song. The songs and dances aren't bad, but the whole enterprise just doesn't add up.

Fringe: When Last We Flew

Photo: Karen Rusch

Harrison David Rivers's amazing When Last We Flew (directed by Colette Robert) weaves a pair of coming-of-age stories into a lyrical, touching, funny, even inspiring 2 hours of wonderful theatre (that's "wonder-ful" as in "exciting feelings of wonder"). Paul (the immensely talented and charming Jon-Michael Reese), an isolated gay teenager in Kansas, spends much of his time locked in the bathroom with a tattered copy of Angels in America, which is his lifeline, his bible, and his erotica. His mother (the lovely, subtle Karen Pittman), desperate to connect with him, tries to entice him out with plates of food, messages of love that Paul simply cannot receive. Natalie (the wry, remarkable Rory Lipede), the only African-American in an exclusive private school, is reaching the limits of her ability to remain well-behaved while being treated as "the black girl." Her mother (the intense yet perfectly restrained Tamela Aldridge) also wants to connect with her child, but more so she wants the intelligent, talented Natalie to have a life full of opportunities, even if she has to smother her along the way. When Last We Flew also features various friends, relatives, and other people, along with, yes, an angel. Particular kudos are owed Justin Gillman, as Paul's friend Ian; Gillman took over the role with less than 48 hours' notice yet performed with wit, deep emotion, and seemingly total ease. When Last We Flew left me with a kaleidoscope of images of despair, love, and glory, beautiful visions of people learning to be themselves and learning to fly.

Fringe: Lost and Found

In John Pollono's Lost and Found, directed by Andrew Block, a character says, "Love is complicated." And love is indeed complicated for the bitter cop with a secret, the angry widow with a secret, the beautiful neighbor with . . . well, guess, and the other characters in this often entertaining, sometimes touching exploration of--as the title says--lost people trying to be found. I'm curious to see the future of this show. On one hand, it's not particularly outstanding or original in terms of themes or execution and it has a large cast (seven people) for the economies of today's theatre. On the other hand, it's a good show, and the Fringe version feels like a try-out for a larger production, with a strong cast including actors from TV shows 24 (the lovely Reiko Aylesworth) and the Sopranos (Geraldine Librandi) and actual production values. Is there room today off or on Broadway for a show such as this one, which is far from ground-breaking but would rate a solid B+?