An Entertaining DEN OF THIEVES
New York-based playwright Stephen Adly Guirgis is a bit of a hot property in Baltimore these days. Last spring the Mobtown Players (of which I’m a board member) produced his Biblically-themed courtroom drama, The Last Days of Judas Iscariot, which became one of the most successful shows in Mobtown’s recent history. And Friday night, Glass Mind Theatre got its second season off to a promising start with an earlier Guirgis work, Den of Thieves.
Judas and Thieves are very different plays, to be sure. But they share what seem to be Guirgis’ great strengths and weaknesses: on the one hand, his ambitious theatrical vision and empathy for society’s castoffs; on the other, his jarring tonal shifts and flabby structures. Guirgis has so much to say, he sometimes struggles to shape it into coherence.
Unlike Judas, which is a good hour longer, Den of Thieves never drags—certainly not in Glass Mind’s high-energy production, directed by Britt Olsen-Ecker and featuring a cast of both veterans and newcomers to the company. Sarah Ford Gorman is sensational as Maggie, a barely recovering thief whose desire to reform her life can’t resist the advances of her ex-boyfriend, Flaco, who barges into her decrepit apartment with the kind of too-good-to-be-true scheme that fictional crooks are forever plotting—in this case, to rob a nightclub frequented by drug dealers and celebrities, including Leonardo da Vinci. (“You know, the guy from Titanic!” Flaco bellows, proving how thoroughly he has cased the joint.)
Gorman gives Maggie the broken nerves and wounded expression of an addict, though her drug of choice is crime (and possibly snack cakes); her unexpectedly vibrant laugh is both a weapon to ward off false hope and an affirmation of the spirit still clinging to life. So grounding is her presence, she manages to keep Christopher Kryzstofiak’s madcap Flaco from running away with the show.
I've seen Kryzstofiak play half-a-dozen roles in Baltimore the past few years, from Happy Loman to a Grundlehammer-wielding superhero, and this may be the most fun I’ve seen him have onstage. Wielding “Thug Life” tattoos, a handgun, and an outrageous accent, he is the perfect parody of the wannabe gangster—making his inevitable plunge from bravado in the second act all the more striking. Though Guirgis strains credibility in the final scene by forcing a romantic reconciliation between Maggie and Flaco, their relationship is affecting in a way I did not think possible when he first crashed through her door.
Rounding out the den of petty thieves are Paul (J Hargrove), the grandson of a legendary safecracker, and Boochie (Elizabeth Galuardi), Flaco’s pneumatic new girlfriend. (To no one’s surprise, Boochie is a bubble-headed stripper.) For pretty much all of Act One, the play proceeds like a Skid Row comedy of manners, with everyone but Maggie defined by a single trait: Flaco is volatile, Boochie vacuous, and Paul nebbish. The performances are sharply observed, though Hargrove’s New York accent comes and goes, particularly when he is shouting, and I wish Olsen-Ecker had dialed down the volume at times—greater contrasts would have helped us listen more closely. But Guirgis turns expectations on their head when the thieves are caught in the act by the club’s owners: a mob boss’s son, nicknamed Little Tuna (Alexander Scally), and his psychotic cousin Sal (Peter Blaine). Little Tuna makes his captives a deal: If one thief agrees to die by dawn, the other three will be spared.
The scene that follows is tremendous. Tied to chairs and watching the sun inexorably rise, Boochie, Paul, and Flaco take turns arguing why the world would be a worse place without them. Suddenly the stereotypes have dimensions, and the actors shift flawlessly with the tone; Galuardi’s speech is especially compelling, as Boochie—stumbling unselfconsciously upon every conceivable malapropism—explains why in spite of her many hardships she is “a valuable ass” to society. Then everyone turns to Maggie, and the play changes direction again.
Set designer Andrew Peters and lighting designer Heather M. Mork make interesting use of the space, seating the audience on both sides of a narrow playing area. (Occasionally too narrow—the climactic scene described above is marred only by obstructed sightlines created by the placement of the four thieves in their chairs.) Caitlin Bouxsein’s costumes effectively establish the various worlds inhabited by the characters, from Maggie’s ratty T-shirt and jeans to the mobsters’ track suits and robes. All the technical elements—including Joshua Hewitt’s sound design—combine in one truly horrifying moment featuring a silhouetted maniac with a chainsaw.
Unfortunately, just as the suspense reaches its height, Guirgis loses control of his story. Despite enjoyable performances from Scally and David Padgett, who wryly underplays Scally’s mobster father (Big Tuna), the final sequence is a cop-out—a sitcom’s conclusion to an almost tragedy. In the end, the problem isn’t that Den of Thieves fails to entertain—it’s that Guirgis promises more, and fails to deliver. The same can’t be said for Glass Mind, which has crafted a quality production from a flawed script.
Den of Thieves is playing at the Load of Fun Theatre, located at 120 W. North Avenue in Baltimore. Performances are Fridays and Saturdays at 8 P.M. and Sundays at 7 P.M., through September 25th. Tickets are $12 for general admission and $8 for artists, students, and seniors, and can be purchased at http://gmtden.eventbrite.com. For more information, go to www.glassmindtheatre.com.
From This Author Brent Englar