Despite best efforts of able cast, Pony World Theatre production by eight local playwrights suffers from superficiality, writes critic Misha Berson.
Welcome to New York/Nashville/San Francisco/Montana. Want to buy a nice little home around here? Hey, it’s all the same America, give or take a few foibles and fetishes.
If you need further proof that “American Archipelago” was penned by committee (eight accomplished local playwrights are credited), consider the jumpy tone and texture as well as the conflated burgs in this energetic but superficial seriocomic take on American attitudes and neuroses. The Pony World Theatre production plays at 12th Avenue Arts through Aug. 12.
Eight “neighbors” somehow share the same all-American cul-de-sac (a la “Avenue Q”), although the city in which they are located changes regularly via announcements by real estate agent Bev (Shermona Mitchell). Before a nifty set of townhouse exteriors, they all dance, picnic and block party together. And in monologues, these purposeful eccentrics represent an urban cross-section of gay and straight, Asian American and Latino, black and white, working and middle-class America as they ruminate on such meaty concerns as racism, sexuality, homelessness and female autonomy.
Through Aug. 12. Pony World Theatre at 12th Avenue Arts, 1620 12th Ave., Seattle; $15-$20 (archipelago.brownpapertickets.com or 800-838-3006).
Their obsessions and yearnings are meant to elicit both laughs and pathos. Ellen (Rebecca Goldberg) raises chickens in her yard and adores them more than her fellow humans, even the young vagabond she’s adopted as a surrogate daughter (Kenna Kettrick). Luis (Carter Rodriquez) equates pain with love, and begs his lovers to be cruel to him. Corrine Magin’s wannabe chef, Julia (who obliges Luis by pelting him with tomatoes), wants to open a restaurant with elevated “Tex-Mex Middle Eastern fusion” cuisine. But nobody can stomach her bizarre concoctions (marshmallow deviled eggs, anyone?).
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