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A CurtainUp DC Review The Last time I Wore A
Dressby Dolores
Whiskeyman
At 13, Daphne Scholinski was a suburban tomboy with a troubled family
history -- abandoned by her mother, at odds with her father, with a smart
mouth and a fondness for wearing bluejeans.
By the time she was 15, she was an inmate in a mental institution,
diagnosed with "gender identity disorder". Therapy consisted of three
years of "girly lessons" -- how to walk, sit, talk, dress, and flirt like
an "appropriate female." When Scholinski's insurance ran out, so did the
treatment, and she was discharged at 18, no more "appropriate" a female
than when she went in.
Scholinski's memoirs of that unhappy time form the basis of The Last
Time I Wore a Dress,, adapted for the stage by Washington writer Emily
Solomon from the book of the same name. The play, which opened Sept. 16,
at Source Theatre, is a faithful -- almost too faithful -- adaptation,
following Scholinski through three years in three different institutions
and tracking her encounters with a parade of psychotics, schizophrenics,
anorexics, and relentlessly dense medical personnel continually
dumbfounded by her refusal to wear a dress.
It is a disturbing piece -- part play, part performance art -- with
Scholinski herself a silent presence on stage. A visual artist, she stands
against the back wall of the set, painting as the story plays out. It's a
gimmick, to be sure, but it also underscores the ultimate, positive
message of the piece: Survival. Today, Scholinski lives and works in San
Francisco. And with her solid frame and short-cropped hair, she is
continually mistaken for a man.
There is no question that Scholinski's story is a powerful one --
confronting our most comfortable assumptions about gender and femininity.
What is an "appropriate female" after all? Throughout the play, Solomon
continually puts that question before us as the young Daphne (Sarah Fox)
is urged to wear makeup, put on dresses, flirt with boys (the boys being
other mental patients), and deny her fundamental attraction to girls. And
when she finally does put on a dress -- a flimsy hospital gown -- Daphne
is as vulnerable as any appropriate female -- i.e., victim -- could hope
to be.
Dress is an off-night show playing in repertory with
Closer, so director Delia Taylor must work on the other show's set.
Nevertheless, she does a fine job of choreographing the multiple scenes
that flow back and forth between Daphne recalling to Daphne reliving the
overwhelming losses of her youth. Taylor also draws some powerful images,
particularly at the end of the first act, when the two Daphnes seem, for a
moment, to connect.
Taylor is hampered, however, by an uneven cast and by the limitations
of the script, which never breaks entirely free of narrative. Fox is
affecting as Daphne, the vulnerable child, but as Daphne the raging and
volatile adolescent, she is far less convincing. Likewise, most of the
five other actors who play the parade of characters in her life are not
able to pull off the multiple characterizations effectively. The exception
is Paul McLane, a newcomer to watch. McLane creates his a unique
physicality and vocal quality for each of his roles as Daphne's father, a
security guard, and a series of doctors. But he also finds the emotional
core of these individuals.
If the cast is not quite up to the material, it finds no help in
Solomon's treatment of it. By condensing three years of atrocities into
two hours -- Solomon never gets past the horror of Scholinski's
experiences to create an experience for the audience. She places Daphne at
the center, narrating and dominating the action, but spends so little time
with the other characters that it becomes impossible to invest in the
relationships. Mother runs away, father is preoccupied, little sister
graduates like a normal person, Daphne experiments with sex -- all of
these milestones are marched past us -- but Solomon leaves it to Daphne to
tell us what she is feeling and, by inference, what we should feel.
And yet, the real Daphne's story is so compelling that Solomon's play
holds us anyway, despite these distractions. Perhaps it cannot be said
that The Last Time I Wore a Dress is a good play -- but I will
argue that it is an important play, and one I recommend as genuinely
confrontational theater. So much of what passes for theater of outrage is
merely adolescent fare (witness Cherry Red's gross-out aesthetic in the
guise of satire [a recent review linked below]). Here, Solomon presents a
genuinely troubling truth about our culture. The lesson is bitter and
clear: Femininity is as much a social construct as a biological one. What
pleases the eye -- the male eye -- is deemed beautiful -- while that which
fails to please, is locked away.
LINKS CurtainUp's review of Cherry Red's Romeo and Juliatric
THE LAST TIME I WORE A DRESS Adapted by Emily Solomon From
the Memoir by Daphne Scholinski and Jane Meredith Adams
Directed by Delia Taylor With Dan Brick, Sarah Fox, K.
Clare Johnson, Paul McLane, Monica Palko, Russ Riggins and Daphne
Scholinski Lighting Design: Marianne Meadows Sound
Design: Brian Keating Source Theatre Company, 1835 14th
St., N.W. Telephone (202) 462-1073
Website: www.sourcetheatre.org
Opened Sept. 16, 2000 Closes Oct. 10, 2000 Reviewed Sept. 20
by Dolores Whiskeyman, based on a Sept. 18
performance | |