By Joe Straw
Sidetracked, written and produced by Sharon Michaels,
directed by Ray A. Rochelle, is playing at the Macha Theatre in West
Hollywood.
Detective Richard Doyle (James Gleason) has a sleazy office,
on the tail end of the boulevard, somewhere in tinsel town, Hollywood, Sunset,
or Yucca Boulevard, you decide. He is working late one night when a dame with
gorgeous “pins” steps into his office.
Dawn Lovett (don’t you love it) (Jamison Lingle) is an
actress. Aren’t they all? She’s made enough bucks, moola, and clams to
slip some business to this deceptively bright, down on his luck, scotch
drinking detective.
Miss Lovett’s legs are not the only things that unravel in
this late night meeting as she meticulously turns the verbal pages of her
life. She wants Detective Doyle to find
Joseph Feinstein, the father she has never known. He is a millionaire who made his fortune with
the wonder cream, “Ageless”.
At first Doyle doesn’t believe her. But Lovett whips out love
letters that are like a cold hard slap to the face. It is proof that Feinstein and her mother were
lovers before they conceived those grand gams that are now laced in front of his gawking
eyes.
Doyle’s insatiable appetite is now, wet. And Lovett slips him a hundred bucks to follow
his predilection. The click, click,
click of Miss Lovett’s high heels sends an elevating message to Doyle as she saunters
out of the room, into the night, and out of his life for the time being.
Later, in a cocktail lounge at Union Station, Julio Jorge
Juarez (Carlos Ciurlizza), whose sexual orientation is dubious at best, is dancing
to the beat of Latin music when Wanda Berlinger (Michele Bernath) and her
husband Henry Berlinger (Bix Barnaba) come in for a mélange on the way to San Francisco
for a science convention. They hope to confront the thieving Joseph Feinstein at
that convention.
Julio lets them in on a little secret. He whispers that his brother Juan works on the
train and Feinstein is on that train.
After a few drinks, Henry claims he is the inventor of the
“Ageless” formula and he is ready to provoke Feinstein with some disturbing
news. The drug has terrible side
effects, like loss of hair and bleeding from various orifices of a body that
can, in fact, make a grown man cry.
Moments later, Brett Hart (David P. Johnson) and his manager
Veronica Lacey (Sondra Currie) enter the lounge. The others recognize Hart as the “Ageless”
spokesman and swarm over him. But Miss
Lacey wants everyone to know that Hart is hers and that she is heavily invested
in Hart as well as Feinstein.
There is a slight problem. Hart has not told Lacey that his contract is kaputsville
and to make matters worse his hair is starting to come out in large chunks. It
is an unfair situation, someone has to pay, but the slightly air headed Hart doesn't know who to blame. He is an actor, after all, and
that means something in this town, hair or no hair, brain or no brain.
Veronica Lacey is heavily invested with Feinstein and stands
to lose a lot of money when she finds out the “Ageless Cream” is a modern day
snake oil with terrible side effects. And she will lose more money when she
finds out that Feinstein has cancelled Hart’s contract.
Dawn Lovett suddenly appears into the lounge doing some
investigating of her own. She wants to
find her father and make amends.
And then “it” happens.
A train has sidetracked and everyone is stuck in the cocktail lounge until
the train gets back on track.
The very nature of a whodunit is that everyone leaves the
room at one time or another and this play is no exception. And at the end of
this, the bartender Julio comes back to say that Joseph Feinstein is dead.
But what good is a whodunit without a scream from a lovely
young woman with “pins”?
James Gleason as
Detective Doyle was quite engaging as the sleuth seeking, womanizing, and easy
going detective complete with trench coat, a notepad, and a number 2 pencil. He
has a perspicacious mind and was quite amusing in his fashion. This was a very fine job but he should make
some serious threats about putting everyone away. There should be more at stake.
Jamison Lingle as
Dawn Lovett was very statuesque with some very nice “pins”. She is a lovely actress that needs a little
more to do in this role. Her flirtatious behavior was minimal at best. She is, in fact, a successful actress but
none of the other characters recognize her. And what good is a whodunit without
a scream especially when she finds out that Feinstein, her father, is dead.
Carlos Ciurlizza
as Julio Jorge Juarez had some nice moments but why does Julio act effeminate
when it doesn’t take him anywhere? The
bartender should be more than just someone listening to other people’s
problems. Julio must be a suspect and
must show that he could do the deed.
Otherwise, what’s the point?
Michele Bernath
as Wanda Berlinger has some nice moments but the glove scene doesn’t go
anywhere. She needs to step out of the
role and become something she is not.
She too had an affair with Feinstein but hearing about his murder means little
to her.
Bix Barnaba as
Henry Berlinger is a nice enough man with a typical male sleazy background but
we must see that he has the ability and willingness to kill Feinstein. Barnaba’s
ending was terrific.
Sondra Currie as
Veronica Lacey stood around and looked pretty.
We need a lot more than this to get the job done. She is a manager and a
most controlling one at that. She wants
her man and she wants what is coming to her.
This should be expressed in her character so that we can see that she might
be the killer.
David P. Johnson
as Brett Hart did some nice work as the pompous but friendly
actor/spokesman. But it’s too easy to just
let the career go. He must fight for his
egotistical place in the world. If that means killing Feinstein in the process,
so be it. Without this, he has no objective.
A lot of work went into Sharon
Michaels play and it is too easy to dismiss it and move on. But to excogitate
the whodunit genre, one would need to look at the characters objectives. And once they find it they must take action
to extremes. These characters require a
definitive course and their actions on that course require exaggeration. We must see that each character is a unique living
breathing murdering suspect. By the end of the play, the characters should be
tearing each other’s hair out to keep from going to the gas chamber. As it
stands now, none of the characters are fighting for their lives, they don’t
protect their self interests and they don’t seem to care if they are going to
the prison or not. The characters should
blame one another. They should accuse
the guilty and the not guilty. It should
be physical romp, with secrets pasted on all their faces.
Ray A. Rochelle
does some nice things as the director.
There is an accusatory look from all of the participants when the music
blares which happens on a few occasions.
It’s funny but doesn’t take us to the next moment. Also when Detective Doyle goes over the list
of suspects, the actors should not be scattered all over the stage. We, as audience members, lose a lot when this
happens. It would be best to have the
actors downstage center so that we can see the accusations fly.
The Set Design by Ray A. Rochelle was nicely done. Rikki
Lugo job as the Costume Designer was marvelous.
Theater enlightens. It provides a message for those who seek that, but also provides an avenue for those who want to sit back and be entertained. Sidetracked will keep you entertained, so sit back.
Theater enlightens. It provides a message for those who seek that, but also provides an avenue for those who want to sit back and be entertained. Sidetracked will keep you entertained, so sit back.
Go see it. And take a
friend who likes the whodunit genre!
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