Review: Flashpoint excels with "Slip/Shot"

Posted: April 16, 2012

Flashpoint The­atre Company is giving Jacqueline Gold­fin­ger’s new play, Slip/Shot, a fine pre­miere. This beau­ti­ful­ly crafted and in­tense­ly moving dra­ma about the leg­a­cy of rac­ist fear is served by a pow­er­ful cast and an imag­i­na­tive and skilled di­rec­tor, Reb­ecca Wright.

The plot is un­com­pli­cat­ed, but the characters are not. Clem (Kevin Mee­han) is a new po­lice­man in a small town near Tal­la­has­see, Fla., some­time in the ear­ly 1960s. He is haunted by his no-good, rac­ist fa­ther and has turned his back on him. Clem’s wife, Kit­ty (Ra­chel Camp), is blonde and sexy, so it doesn’t seem to mat­ter much that her cooking does not ex­tend be­yond pea­nut but­ter and jel­ly sandwiches.

Mon­roe (Akeem Da­vis) is a black se­nior in high school with a girl­friend, Phrasie (Taysha Ca­nales), who has won a schol­ar­ship to col­lege. Af­ter a night­time ro­man­tic pic­nic, Mon­roe is hap­pi­ly walk­ing home, taking a route by the whites-only hos­pi­tal. Clem is on guard duty, al­though, since he has noth­ing to do, he is practicing slick moves with his re­volv­er. When Mon­roe star­tles him, he ac­ci­den­tal­ly shoots the youth. Mon­roe’s moth­er (Cathy Simp­son), who has been through it all, grieves. Phrasie is outraged, an­gry, wants re­venge, wants to change the world. The sher­iff (Keith Conallen) attempts to de­fuse a com­bus­ti­ble sit­u­a­tion.

Both Phrasie and Kit­ty will dis­cov­er they are preg­nant. The fu­ture in­car­nate.

Clem’s re­ac­tion to the shooting is growing para­noia. He barricades him­self and Kit­ty in the house for months as his mind — and the kitch­en — de­te­ri­o­rate. No won­der the stage is hung with Span­ish moss, a vis­i­ble man­i­fes­ta­tion of the play’s cen­tral par­a­ble of the Civ­il War: two boys locked to­geth­er in fear, squeezed the life out of each oth­er; af­ter they died, their hair turned to the trailing moss, and floated all over the South.

The kitch­en — in the ex­cel­lent set by Cait­lin Lanoff a plas­tic-and-li­no­leum sort of place — is shared by the white characters and the black characters; as one set enters the oth­er exits, but un­hur­ried­ly, sig­nif­i­cant­ly inhabiting the room si­mul­ta­neous­ly for a mi­nute, al­though al­ways un­aware of each oth­er’s pres­ence. The stuff that each side ac­quires — books, coupons, card­board cartons, Coke bottles, ted­dy bears — remains and accumulates as his­to­ry piles up.

Any talk about rel­e­vance to re­cent news seems to me to dis­tort both the cur­rent event and the play, so it is per­haps best to take Slip/Shot on its own merits, which are many.


Slip/Shot Presented by Flashpoint The­atre at the Adrienne, 2030 San­som. Through May 5. Tickets $15-$22. In­for­ma­tion: www.flashpointtheatre.org

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