Dirty Business

There's not much passion -- at least of the sexual variety -- in a corporate takeover

Let's talk about sex. There's a lot of it about in the theater -- onstage, I mean; I'm not talking about what goes on out back -- and it's rarely got anything to do with the dull stuff that occurs between two consenting adults. In the past year alone, for instance, Bay Area audiences have witnessed everything from a mild-mannered grade school teacher's dalliances with an 8-year-old student (Nicky Silver's Beautiful Child at Theatre Rhino) to a middle-aged architect's carnal knowledge of a farmyard animal (Edward Albee's The Goat, or Who Is Sylvia? at ACT). And that's to say nothing of the business between a bored undergraduate and the ghost of a deceased older man in Berkeley Rep's production of Jordan Harrison's Finn in the Underworld.

With just about every sexual taboo firmly booted into the wings, you may well ask what today's seen-it-and-maybe-even-done-it-all audiences might have to learn about love and lust from a woman whose idea of sexual deviance is as laughably ordinary as falling for her stepson. Yet when it comes to exploring the mechanics of infatuation in the theater, there are few stories that have captured the imagination of playwrights and directors more than Phaedra's.

The myth of Phaedra -- the wife of Theseus, king of Athens -- whose unrequited love for Theseus' son by a previous marriage, Hippolytus, leads to all-round misery and death, has fueled the imaginations of playwrights for thousands of years. The Greek tragedian Euripides' surviving version of the myth, Hippolytus Bearer of the Garland (first produced in 428 B.C.), spawned riffs by Seneca the Younger and Racine. The French dramatist's Phèdre(1677) is considered one of the great neoclassical tragedies. Contemporary versions of the story include Per Olov Enquist's Till Fedra (1980), Sarah Kane's Phaedra's Love (1996), and Elizabeth Egloff's Phaedra (1995), to name just a few.

John Andrew Stillions as William and Heidi 
Wolff as Faye.
David Holl
John Andrew Stillions as William and Heidi Wolff as Faye.

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The reason Phaedra continues to be a source of such fascination to writers can be stated in one word: passion. It's not so much the taboo Theseus' wife breaks that shapes the many plays fashioned out of her tragic tale, but the character's desperate, self-destructive pursuit of an unachievable goal. Racine's play, for example, bubbles with ardor; the sexual tension can barely be contained within the elegant prison of the script's stately alexandrine couplets. Kane's Seneca-based work, meanwhile, takes a different approach, conveying the basest instincts through dirty, hard-hitting prose -- "a blast of sardonic nihilism" were the words British playwright Mark Ravenhill (Shopping & Fucking) once used to describe the drama.

There's not much passion -- at least of the sexual variety -- in a corporate takeover. So it's unfortunate that Matthew Maguire chooses to plunk his Phaedra down in the aftermath of an acrimonious merger. This modernized version of Racine's drama, first produced in New York in 1995 and currently in revival at Last Planet Theatre, centers not on the misplaced affections of Phaedra for Hippolytus, but of Faye for William. Faye is married to a high-powered CEO, Thomas, whose son, the object of Faye's desire, is in love with Aricia, the "daughter of the chairman of a multinational corporation ruined by Thomas in a hostile takeover," as the cast list explains.

You'd be forgiven for thinking this sounds a bit like the plot of an episode of Dallas. Half the play does read like a soap opera; the other half like the ersatz "poetry" one creates out of little magnetized words on fridge doors. For instance, the same character charged with delivering an extended and obtuse speech that begins, "The hooks and eyes, unraveling, eyes still hungry for hooks, hooks still yearning to jump through eyes. Like the hoops of a flea circus. The fleas leap from their bags, through the eyes," is later heard to utter, "Stop it, you wanker."

Maguire's text sweats and grunts with seedy descriptions of intercourse, scenes in which characters dry-hump chairs, and slatherings of pseudo-orgasmic poetry. Yet for a play about sex, this Phaedra is curiously sexless. The corporate theme feels artificial, almost superimposed upon the myth. And as for Last Planet's production: I've seen more sparks fly at a Cisco barbecue.

The company doesn't seem to know quite what to do with Maguire's jerky words. Heidi Wolff, who most recently brought great precision and insight to her roles in Last Planet's clever productions of Rainer Werner Fassbinder's The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant and Howard Brenton's Sore Throats, carries out the stage directions (which amount to a whole lot of histrionics) like an automaton; there's little soul behind her convulsions and screams. Lumbered with the lion's share of the play's tough corporate slang, Erin Gilley and Charlie Goldenhawk Reaves try to convince us that they're in control by bursting into repeated spasms of maniacal laughter. The technique, most popularly associated with vampire movies, is meant to suggest a heightened level of self-awareness and power. But the laughter in Phaedra feels labored, as if the actors don't know what else to do in the moment. It doesn't help matters that Reaves is a dead ringer for Larry Ellison, Oracle's cheesy CEO.

The set and lighting designs strive to convey passionate chaos, a central theme in the Phaedra story. There's plenty of chaos in Alex Lopez's constantly changing disco-hued lights, likewise in the sprawling, compartmentalized set with separate spaces devoted to complex reconstructions of a bathhouse, a bedroom, a conservatory, a kitchen, and what looks like -- stage center -- a boardroom. But there's not much passion. As the actors fling themselves from area to area in a frenzied whirl of costume and color, the overriding feeling is one of confusion, unconvincingly tempered by grinding hips and lascivious looks.

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