By Alex Rendon
By Monica McGivern
By Michele Eve Sandberg
By Alex Rendon
By Monica McGivern
By Ian Witlen
By Christina Mendenhall
By Michele Eve Sandberg
It's no myth that one of the first constitutional rights for which U.S. settlers fought after freedom of speech was the right to bear arms. Americans have an undeniable fascination (indeed, a love affair) with the gun as phallus -- an insatiable attraction to the romance of the Bonnie and Clyde rampage. As British writer Ben Elton's script Popcorn,now playing at GableStage, might imply, when you boil down the USA's highflying values of free speech and rugged individualism, what you really get are some violence-prone scalawags who say, "I want my woman, I want my piece of God's green earth, and I want the right to blow to kingdom come any motherfucker who messes with it." Elton (famous in Britain for his sardonic social representations such as the ones depicted in the sitcom The Young Ones) reminds us that gun-toting Americans are not just lyrical, misunderstood country folk like Mickey and Mallory Knox of Oliver Stone's Natural Born Killers. How long can these icons claim to be caught in the crossfire of primal instinct and the moral paralysis produced by rapid TV gunfire? Leave it to our self-loathing brethren on the other side of the Atlantic to remind us that we are not misunderstood giants. We truly are Neanderthals. God save the queen!
Elton's well-wrought story and hilariously Hollywood script are reminders that comedy often is more thought-provoking than tragedy. Hollywood screenwriter Bruce Delamitri (Bob Rogerson) and his violent flicks are the talk of Tinseltown, because they have inspired two real-life copycat killers, Wayne and Scout (played by Paul Tei and Claire Tyler), to go on a shooting spree. (The media, of course, has given them a catchy moniker: the Mall Murderers.) Bruce's films boast the postmodern juxtaposition of genitalia and semiautomatic weapons that made Natural Born Killers a box-office smash in 1994 and incited an already heated debate over the relationship between violence on the screen and violence on the streets. More than just slightly reminiscent of Mickey and Mallory (played by Woody Harrelson and Juliette Lewis in the movie), the characters in Bruce's movies are erotic with a capital EROS. Accompanied by phenomenal soundtracks and otherworldly special effects, they act on pure instinct, and they do it without getting ugly.
Wayne and Scout, on the other hand, are the real thing. To date they have murdered 57 people. With their luck running out and the electric chair in sight, they hijack Bruce as he's about to score with Playboy centerfold/wannabe actress Brooke Daniels (Tracey Barrow). After kidnapping Bruce, Brooke, Bruce's soon-to-beex-wife (Sandra Ives), and his daughter (Jennifer Lehr), Wayne insists Bruce declare on national television that his movies are the cause of Wayne and Scout's killing spree, in order to get them off the hook. Citing trial-by-TV law cases such as Lorena Bobbitt, O.J. Simpson, and the cops who were videotaped beating Rodney King, he explains to Bruce's vehement objections: "Bruce, man, the law's fucking Play-Doh."
Where Bruce's slick erotic characters leave off, Wayne and Scout enter rude, crude, and amoral minus the Trent Reznor soundtrack. Think synthetic leather, bellybutton grease, and tattoos (Wayne has one on his arm that reads: Think). The success of Popcorn is not found in epiphany but rather in its succinct characterization, ballsy social commentary, and humor. And the keen direction of Joe Adler saves what otherwise might simply be a stereotypical depiction of white trash. Wayne and Scout never lose their verisimilitude as individuals. They possess the right combination of ignorance and street smarts to keep them interesting.
This season Paul Tei has shown his adept skill for characterization, having already played murderer-sociopath Richard Loeb in the New Theatre's production of Never the Sinner. As Wayne, Tei throws testosterone into everything and makes his performance lusty, raw, explosive, and show-stealing. Wayne knows when he's being patronized and knows to call it that. He knows the difference between the literal and the figurative. When Bruce defends his cinematic psychos as being merely fictional, Wayne returns with the postmodern assertion: "Just because a character is fictitious doesn't mean it doesn't exist." He knows Bruce's films aren't to blame for the mess he's in, but he also knows they may just get him off the hook. And the comedy surrounding their debate makes you think he just might be right. Wayne taunts Bruce: "Did you ever hear of a guy named Pavlov and his little dog?" Smart, punchy lines like this make Popcorn a fast-moving drama where comedy rules and laughter unearths probing questions.
Scout reels off her own brand of National Enquirer/TV Guide savvy. She knows the difference between homophobic and hemophiliac. She also knows her sociopolitical commentary, informing Bruce that "half of America is living in hell for the entertainment of the other half." But Wayne and Scout never seem to be mouthpieces for the writer's opinions. Thankfully one is never 100 percent sure what the writer's opinion is. While the commentary is biting, we never feel as though it is all leading to some predictable sociocultural theory. Wayne and Scout's ingenuity has obviously been derived from hours of TV watching and supermarket-checkout-line reading. They are not victims of their society, but they are aware enough to be victims when it's convenient for them.