FronteraFest Long Fringe 2011 Review: Spirits to Enforce at the Blue Theater
A dozen superheroes sit at a bank of telephones in their submarine headquarters. Sounds like the beginning of a really strange joke, right? That's the premise of Mickle Maher's Spirits to Enforce, Capital T Theatre's New Directions production for this year's installment of FronteraFest. It gets weirder, though: the heroes (in street casual dress) are dialing for dollars for their upcoming production of The Tempest. Yeah, that Tempest.
Director Gary Jaffe builds a rumbling, low-frequency story, layering the voices and minimal actions of a talented cast in a near-constant stream of conversation. It echoes the creepy, echoing feel of their submarine locale, but the narrative that emerges is fragmented and inconclusive. The heroes mostly reveal a string of metatheatrical in-jokes drawing connections between superheroes and the spirits that inhabit the island of the Tempest, and nodding at the all-too-familiar pains of arts fundraising and justification of one's own work. Callers seem to be wondering why on earth a bunch of caped crusaders would want to produce a play -- and the answer seems to be the same one most artists give: they're compelled to do so. There are echoes of Shakespeare's play, most clearly in a romance that blossoms across the telephone lines, but ultimately, they don't amount to anything conclusive.
The play feels like a strange choice for a company better known for its searing productions of dark realism, like Tracy Letts' Bug and Killer Joe. Those plays are filled with high emotion, tension, nasty humor, believable if gonzo relationships, and an identifiable conclusion. Maher's piece feels more like watching tiny waves bob and break on a calm night in the ocean -- there's an occasional splash, but certainly no threat of a storm.


