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A CurtainUp Los Angeles Review
Structural similarities aside, the play's premiere, a guest production at the Odyssey Theatre directed by Darin Anthony, crawls consistently under your skin and stays there. This is in no short measure due to the performance of Meredith Bishop, an actress whose best known credit had been one of the title character's relations in Nickelodeon's The Secret World of Alex Mack. Guess what? The lady's all grown up, and my word but she can act! The character of Mary &mdash aka Scarlett &mdash played by Bishop actually feels three or four people mixed up inside a single damaged entity, all stuffed into a tight dress and draped by a formless hospital-like gown. Mary had been a prostitute, a quick witted tart with a thirst for words and books (Alice in Wonderland being a favorite) and a girl with a shrouded family history. She becomes a person of interest. This is not simply because she ends up withdrawn and largely incoherent, in a London psychiatric hospital, but because she was the last person to have contact with a Pakistani suicide bomber named Habib (Ammar Ramzi) before he blew up the aforementioned bus and its 13 passengers along with it. Habib's ghost haunts Mary, and we see the two characters interact in flashback. Not surprisingly, Bishop's Mary takes on a couple of different incarnations with her terrorist john as well. Mary's doctor is an art therapist named Bronwyn (Imelda Corcoran) who encourages drawing, mask making and anything else that might lead to a communication breakthrough. The hourglass is running out on said breakthrough &mdash despite Bronwyn's protests &mdash because a counter-terrorist agent named Wiggins (Rob Nagle) wants a few words with Mary. Wiggins puts the screws to the clinic's director Margaret (Ann Noble) who, in addition to being Bronwyn's boss, is also her former lover. The scar of the title comes from a jagged half "z" taking up the better part of Mary's left cheek. We don't learn its origin (at least not until play's end), but we know it defines Mary enough to give her considerable pain and an alias. Bronwyn's got some internal scars of her own: she has lost a child, an incident which makes Margaret's brusque decision to hand her ex this patient seem professionally questionable at best. Unlike in Equus, London's Scars does not build toward a shattering climax. There are revelations both for doctor and patient, but these are no more earth-shaking than the event that threw Bronwyn and Mary into the same orbit. Even the agent, played with a nice sense of blue collar humanity by Nagle, seems to sense that a case of this sensitivity calls for something other than strong arm tactics. Noble's too officious Margaret excepted, these characters feel distinctly human. The playwright seems more concerned with questions of responsibility than with blame. And, yes, in the world of London's Scars, there is a big difference. I enjoyed watching Bishop stack Mary's layers one on top of the other, seeing how a character this lonely could end up both in the wrong place with the wrong man and, ultimately, in the right place with the right woman. I didn't mind so much that Hirsch is giving us no indication that Mary is headed out of her darkness, although Bronwyn clearly is. London's Scars is a play of great insight, serious humanity and, above all, one quite marvelous performance.
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