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'Kingfish': The Dog That Barks Like a Play : LATC Gives a Nervy Rendition of Meyer Play

October 09, 1988|DAN SULLIVAN

It was appropriate that the Los Angeles Theatre Center should hold its third-birthday celebration last week at a club called the Stock Exchange. This is a theater that likes to take a plunge.

Consider Marlane Meyer's "Kingfish." A strange play. The hero (Buck Henry at LATC) pulls a box around on a leash and pretends it's a dog, while two figures in black (Philip Littell and director David Schweizer) monitor the story from above, like bunraku puppeteers.

One can imagine the Mark Taper Forum doing "Kingfish"--at Taper, Too. One can imagine South Coast Repertory doing it--on its Second Stage. One can't envision it on either theater's main stage. A bit too special for our subscribers.

LATC has lots of nerve and three main stages. "Kingfish" gets a full-scale mounting at Theatre Two, and it hasn't proved too arcane for the general public. People may not quite know what to make of this play (see the lobby survey below), but Meyer's script offers enough human stuff for them to grab hold of and Schweizer's cool, formal staging frames its questions beautifully.

Empty Messages

Clarity isn't everything in this life. Hit the scan button on your TV and watch the parade of empty messages. Sitcoms, car chases, tomorrow's weather, an ad for McDonald's, an ad for Dukakis. At every moment we know exactly where we are and exactly what we are being sold.

It's refreshing to be in a world where the rules aren't exactly clear; where you have to work to figure out the game.

"Kingfish" isn't just a game, however. It has been said that the play's subject is "perception." But an eye chart is also about perception. Meyer's play is about her characters and what happens to them. The abstractions come afterward.

I'm told that Meyer took her story from an actual case. There, an older man took two youths into his home and was ripped off by them. Meyer's version ends more happily, at least for the older man.

He is defended by his Ninja watchdog, Kingfish. The audience sees Kingfish as a box on four legs, reminiscent of a 1950s TV. (Littell barks for him from the bridge above.) His master sees him as a real dog, one that likes to watch Masterpiece Theatre.

His master's nurse (Jacque Lynn Colton) and her husband, a dog trainer (Tony Abatemarco) also see Kingfish as flesh-and-blood. Or at least they seem to.

Not so the two young men who come into the older man's life: a hustler (Merritt Butrick) and his roommate, who happens to be with the CIA (Sam Anderson.) They treat Kingfish like a real dog. But they know, they think, that he is just a box.

Too late, Butrick discovers the danger in that theory. Not only is this a play, it's a revenge play. It offers a lively plot, outrageously funny performances (from Butrick and Anderson, especially) and the theatrical riddle of the year: Is Kingfish real or not?

It's a bit like asking "Who is Godot?"--the play would be diminished if it could truly be answered. But it is fun to try. On the evidence, I'd say that Kingfish isn't a real dog , no. Somebody does do a job on poor Butrick, but not Kingfish. Look stage right.

Kingfish is "real," nevertheless. And not just as a theatrical device--though Meyer and director Schweizer have their fun there too. Kingfish is real in the world of the story. He has no physical existence, but he impinges on the other characters.

This happens all the time in real life. For an extreme example, take the newspaper stories last winter about the seemingly normal Midwestern family that had kept the mummified corpse of the father in a chair for eight years, bringing it up to the table, talking to it, ministering it.

What is really "there," in other words, has less effect on human beings than what they think is there. Or what they have found it to their interests to think is there. An agreed-upon "as if" can become a fact.

We have all known men who talked to their dogs. Henry's character merely takes the tendency one step further, by inventing the dog. Abatemarco and Colton abet his fantasy, feeling that Kingfish will be easy enough to put to sleep once Henry is out of the way, which doesn't seem far off, considering the state of his health.

But then Henry, a born bachelor (homosexual, in fact), decides to start a family. He will adopt "sons." Now it's one "as-if" against another. Which fiction will win? Seemingly, the violent one. Grrrrr.

Another playwright would have left Henry back where he started, but even more sunk in his solipsism. Meyer leaves us feeling oddly hopeful about him. His pretending has brought him some actual adventures, some actual human contact. His blood is going again. He may be on his way to becoming his own man.

It's even possible that he always was his own man. Note his first name. Wylie.

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