The 2010 play, Lydia Stryk’s emotional testament to the power of dialogue, invites us into some shadowy moments of intimacy and ambiguity as we learn more about Libby’s strangled resentment in coming to deal with her temporary paralysis, and the haplessness of divorced history teacher Anton, whose principal pastime is reading military histories.
I dare the audience not to prickle at director Linda Haston’s enclosing staging, a minimalist set enhanced only by the clinical detail of the hospital bed. The bed is the focal point of some emotionally fervid scenes, charged in erotic revelation. But these displays are pulled off in such a way by the actors and director that the audience neither squirms nor snorts, but is instead entranced and impressed at such brutally honest moments.
There are instances of wit to temper the emotion, as the multilayered implications of guilt, disaster and disability are explored by the two, sometimes to unexpectedly hilarious effect. Their shared accident puts all of life on hold for this unlikely pair. And for 75 minutes, the audience feels that way too, sharing the physical and psychological struggles of responsibility and recovery.