July 11, 2012
Not quite a comedy and not quite a tragedy, David Adjmi’s “3C” is something in-between.
Bright lights rise on a small, one couch apartment originally inhabited by three. Now it’s one roommate down, two female roommates left, the landlord's at the door and there's lots of neurosis ahead. The blonde haired, male magnet Connie (Anna Chlumsky) speaks in a rapid- fire monotone and moves dazed throughout the emotionally overwrought episodes.
Plagued by an acute inferiority complex, the decidedly husky voiced, short-haired, boyish brunette Linda (Hannah Cabell) dances her frustrations away. Worried about making rent, the girls bicker until a naked hunk, Brad (Jake Silbermann) stumbles in from the kitchen. Right behind Brad comes the hip shifting, moonwalking, friend Terry (Eddie Cahill). A gag guy he’s the male version of Connie.
The sleazy landlord Mr. Wicker (Bill Buell) punches out one lame homophobic joke after another, while his emotionally distended wife is unable to focus her life. Hungry for love and acceptance, all the cast members hide sexual desires that confuse and blunt their growth.
Directed by Jackson Gay, hyperactive verbal sputterings animate decidedly odd personalized trajectories into sexual ambiguity and existential loneliness. Everyone in the cast has distinctive word meters. They sound like separate instruments in a jazz band-- a convergence of strong individuals in search of a common voice.
EYE ON THE ARTS, NY -- Celia Ipiotis