As The Exes opens, it is Christmas Eve day and the Killingworth household is preparing for the wedding of Richard’s over-indulged daughter, Victoria. Richard’s best friend, Dick Wright, is helping to keep everything on track despite the barrage of business calls. Richard made a fortune from the patent he holds on a genetically-engineered “forever” flower that has caused quite a stir among fearful florists. There’s a protest planned and it is even suspected that these small-business owners were behind a fire that destroyed Richard’s original townhouse.
The birth of Richard and Dick’s friendship was an unusual one. Richard’s soon to be ex-wife, Mavis, was first married to Dick. One year ago, she ran off to Denmark to be with her now-fiancé, Marcel. The two men bonded when Dick saw a reflection of his own pain in Richard’s distress at her leaving. Now the two are so close that they jokingly call each other #1 and #2. Even Dick and Marvis’s son, Garrett, comfortably hangs out in the Killingworth home. Just as everyone is about to depart for the ceremony, Mavis makes her customary chaotic entrance. She’s returned from overseas to get her divorced papers signed. She is also intent on witnessing the marriage of the young woman she helped raise.
If it wasn’t for the key role played by cellphones and iPads, The Exes could have been written ages ago. Rather than exploring what divorce and remarriage is like for woman like Mavis, playwright Lenore Skomal leans into the throwback elements of her script. She has followed her own advice and self-produced this run, assembling a production team that seemingly drew inspiration from a creaky drawing room comedy. Craig Napoliello’s set is functional, but the elements are dated. Magda S. Nyiri’s direction often has the actors awkwardly posed in a straight line. And it’s hard to say what time period is represented by the jazzy musical phrases looped together by Nathan Repasz. These are puzzling choices for a talented writer devoted to artistic empowerment.

David M Farrington, John Coleman Taylor, Galen Molk, Tim Hayes, Alison Preece, Karen Forte in The Exes; Photo by Emily Hewitt
The most disappointing fallout from these creative decisions is that 2019 Mavis comes across like a character from a 1940 movie. Having been introduced to the audience by her exes as a serial cheater, Mavis doesn’t do much to redeem herself. While she has brief tender moments with her son, Garrett, and confident, Prim, she mostly thrashes around. It’s unfortunate that the character isn’t developed more sympathetically since that possibility is running right under the surface. Despite only one of the Richards using the nickname Dick, they both obviously are. #1 makes cutting remarks about everyone around him. #2 always has business on his mind and a cellphone glued to his ear. Neither could have made a suitable partner for the sociable Mavis, who was left searching for connection. Having apparently learned little about what constitutes a healthy relationship, she chose to move on with a man who was dismissed from his job for behaving inappropriately with younger women. Now she is leaving Garrett behind AGAIN, this time to face his 6th year of college with only three stunningly selfish people to guide him.
While the most enduring relationship portrayed is between Richard and Dick, it is Garrett who stirs compassion from the audience. Alone among the hyped up cast, Galen Molk’s performance is warm and natural. His vivid, witty description of events which take place off stage — enhanced by designer Ross Graham lighting — is a bright spot. John Coleman Taylor also remains dignified if a bit stereotypical as English “house manager”, Prim. Oddly for a production powered by women, Karen Forte’s Mavis and Alison Preece’s Victoria border on the unpleasant with shallow interpretations coated in neediness. The capable men are each given one note to play. David M. Farrington has terrific timing, but Dick’s every line is delivered with equal snap. Richard is driven, so Tim Hayes is continually put in drive mode. And Kyle Porter’s badly dressed and overly-mannered Marcel is so quirky the character becomes an unfathomable punchline.
The Exes has a fun premise and some great minds at work. But like the marriages it portrays, it doesn’t fulfill its promises. Runtime is about 2-hours with an intermission. Tickets are available for $59.25 through Telecharge at https://www.telecharge.com/Off-Broadway/The-Exes/Overview. It’s playing off-Broadway at Theatre Row (410 West 42nd Street near 9th Avenue) through October 5th.








Dropping Gumballs on Luke Wilson
On a soundstage, a talented production team is preparing to shoot an AT&T commercial featuring beloved Luke Wilson. The creative concept is to drop red gumballs around the star to symbolize all of Verizon’s dropped calls. Despite a lack of time to test the hastily put-together rig, prop lead Rob is able to toss the small projectiles just shy of Luke’s shoulder and the first few takes go smoothly. Then a case of nerves sets in and a few of the hard objects hit Luke squarely on the head. The actor sees stars; the director —award-winning documentarian Errol Morris — sees excitement and orders the crew to deliberately aim for the performer on the next take.
This is the set-up of the aptly named Dropping Gumballs on Luke Wilson, which is based on true events. Though the Directors Guild of America takes set safety very seriously, sadly there are occasional incidents of a director demanding a dangerous shot, as happened in this case. Rob Ackerman accurately has commercial Assistant Director, Alice, threaten to report Morris to the Guild. The script also provides enough background to realistically make her vulnerable to manipulation. It’s a creative stand-in for any project on which a concerned would-be whistleblower has instead been made complicit through intimidation. If only the playwright had trusted his audience to get his very clear and impactful message. Instead, after a lively and thought-provoking 55 minutes, he burdens the additional 20 with outright lectures on broader issues and political topics ranging from gender discrimination to Nazis. It’s an unnecessary departure from the previous territory that mars an otherwise engaging production.
First time director, famed playwright Theresa Rebeck, does an imaginative job of bringing us deep inside the physical set of the commercial and the mind set of each participant. The results are visually stimulating and often laugh-out-loud funny. The assorted screens that are employed by Morris for playback at the shoot are also used to show us the crew’s previous experiences that have brought them to this critical moment. (Yana Birkukova provides the ideal video design.) The nearly all-white set designed by Christopher and Justin Swader shows off these projections to great effect. Emphasis is achieved by Mary Ellen Stebbin’s well-placed lighting, which often shifts to a befitting green-screen green. The look is completed by the essential craft service table. Costumes designed by Tricia Barsamian will make any production pro feel right at home. All-important clever props are provided by Addison Heeren.
The Cast of Dropping Gumballs on Luke Wilson; Photo by Carol Rosegg
As a former prop person, Rob Ackerman makes the prop man, also named Rob, his spokesperson. George Hampe does a fabulous job of growing increasingly manic as character Rob struggles to remain the voice of reason and the closest thing we get to a hero. With a get-on-with-it gruffness, Dean Nolen is well cast as his boss and seasoned rigger, Ken. Reyna De Courcy is less successful at maintaining an appropriate emotional build in the role of their assistant, Jenny, becoming akin to a cartoon character with jerky motions and high-pitched yelps of displeasure. With enough charm and swagger, Jonathan Sale could easily be Luke Wilson’s deliberately pudgy body double. It’s less easy to know how well David Wohl impersonates Errol Morris. The part is written in one obnoxious note, though the theater vet certainly manifests a typical ego-driven artist. In the toughest role, Ann Harada swings rightly between assuredness and fear as Alice, but she struggles to differentiate the other small parts she takes on in memory and flashback.
Ackerman’s love of television production and those who strive to keep it creative and truthful shines through despite a dip in the ending. It is easy to see why both Luke Wilson and Errol Morris have given the project their blessing. With a little reworking of the last section, Dropping Gumballs on Luke Wilson has the makings of insightful modern satire. Running time is 75 minutes with no intermission. It plays through July 6, 2019, in the Mezzanine Theater at at A.R.T./ New York Theatre (502 W. 53rd Street). Tickets are $25 for union card holders, $30 general admission and $40 for reserved seating. For purchasing and additional information, visit TheWorkingTheater.org or call the Box Office (Ovationtix) at 866.811.4111.