Unfortunately for Roger Mathey's Seat of Your Pants Productions, the company behind the enthusiastically assaultive "Trainspotting" at the Elephant Theatre, neither the L.A. Drama Critics Circle nor the L.A. Stage Alliance offers an award for most excrement onstage. Or least decipherable Scottish brogue.
This production's popularity (it's a reprise of an award-winning version directed by Mathey in 2002 at Theatre/Theater with many of the same actors, and its run has just been extended) will have to serve as the only acknowledgment of these accomplishments.
Harry Gibson’s stage adaptation of Irvine Welsh’s novel (which also inspired the 1996 Danny Boyle film) transplants Welsh’s heroin addicts from 1980s Edinburgh, Scotland, into a black-box theater (or at least, Jason Rupert’s set at the Elephant is very black and boxy). A descendant of “The Catcher in the Rye,” the novel uses the disenchantment of bright young people to point up society’s hypocrisies.
But stripped of context, the characters’ behavior, like their accents, is harder to understand. When Alison (Alison Walter), a waitress, serves customers a meal laced with her own body fluids, her rage seems as mystifyingly over-the-top as Titus Andronicus'.