by: Sandi Durell
Don’t let the title mislead you. There’s really very little funny in Jenny Schwartz’ surreal new play “Somewhere Fun” (God’s Ear, 2008, Vineyard). You think that because you get some chuckles in Act I when the marvelous Kate Mulgrew, who plays Rosemary Rappaport, is relentless in her jabbering “all about me” wordy dialogue that perhaps this is a play that might evolve. Well, unfortunately, the line soon to be spoken best describes the reaction “somebody shoot me,” as 2 ½ hours of nonsensical absurdity unfolds.
Three women, who became friends 35 years ago, meet again on a windy afternoon – the unrelenting Rosemary, whose free flowing thoughts are endless, can’t talk about anything but herself, her estranged son Benjamin (Greg Keller), an ex-husband and other gossip. She’s a realtor who, when trying to give her cards to various characters, finds it blown away in the wind (get it?). She utters some comical lines in the beginning of the play which all become stagnant as the play progresses.
Rosemary meets her old friend Evelyn who is in a wheelchair, in the opening scene. It’s a blustery afternoon on Madison Avenue. She also meets her friend Cecelia (a pleasing Mary Shultz), and when they go to lunch, Cece is busily playing with her IPhone, having met a man on the internet, as Rosemary realizes she’s reached the end of her glory days, asking “what’s the internet?” Her eventual demise is forthcoming – she melts!
Later on, the top rate Kathleen Chalfant, as Evelyn a wealthy socialite, is seen in a hospital bed dying of anal cancer, repetitiously talking about her heart-shaped uterus and declares, “Everything happens for a reason, except anal cancer.”
Evelyn is attended by her nurse, the pregnant unwavering Lolita (Maria Elena Ramirez) and uses the unborn child as a target for her gibes and frustrations. Her husband “T” (Richard Bekins) has written her off a long time ago. And then there’s Beatrice (Brooke Bloom, the older version), their daughter, whose face was bitten off by a dog, and whom Evelyn fails to acknowledge as present.
In the mix are a young Benjamin (Griffin Birney) and young Beatrice (Makenna Ballard).
This mash up of tedious dialogue and characters spewing thoughts, is more than any audience should have to endure over 2 ½ hours. I don’t think director Ann Kauffman could have done anything more than she did with what she’s been given at this juncture.
Although it’s obvious that Ms. Schwartz has a keen sense of language, the play needs to find a more viable format rather than the weaving in/out/around/through faster than the speed of lightening, so it can become more intelligible and somewhere fun!