3 O'Clock in Brooklyn
As the intermissionless play opens, Caroline, a somewhat dowdy woman played by Louisa Flaningam, arrives in a Brooklyn coffee shop to meet her ex-husband, Edgar (Jesse Doran) at the appointed hour of the play's title, in order to commemorate their anniversary. The shop's humble waiter, Marty (Jordan Charney), is a Jewish immigrant from Russia who imparts old-world values to the customers. The actors seem to be playing to the back row of a house a bit larger than this one; still, the performances work in this space, especially Charney's.
The characters don't vary much from our initial impressions of them. Caroline pathetically longs for Edgar -- a man who might cause Dr. Phil to ask Caroline, "How's he workin' for ya?" Though the couple is long divorced, Caroline confesses that she was afraid to sue Edgar for child support in fear that he would be less likely to return to her. Seventeen years later, her continued pining for her ex teeters between the pathetic and the pathological. (When she is gingerly coaxed by Marty to sit at the bar in the empty coffee house -- rendered with astonishing detail by set designer Maruti Evans -- Caroline confesses that she has never sat at a bar before.)
Though the play is set in the present day, Caroline represents the traditional role of a woman pre-liberation -- disempowered and uncertain that she deserves better. When Edgar does appear, we feel even more pity for Caroline in that his unrepentant ego, machismo, and freedom from self-knowledge are compounded by his embarrassing lack of sophistication and his physical decline. That Doran makes Edgar interesting and even charismatic is a testament to his talent and to the steady sense of rhythm and tone that director Margarett Perry displays.
As we watch Caroline go off to visit the washroom or to buy gifts for her ex-husband, we begin to wonder whether the play is going to offer any real emotion or turn into a door-slamming farce. Enter Bridget (Kim Zimmer), Edgar's second wife: a loudmouthed, obsessive-compulsive divorcée from Manhattan who arrives when no one is present in the coffee shop but Marty and a female student who is writing feverishly in the corner. Bridget's meeting with Edgar on the same day and in the same place as Caroline is among the play's more awkward devices; through her energetic performance, however, Zimmer amuses as this hellcat rails about her marriage, men, and diet food to whomever is standing by. Best known as Reva Shayne on the soap opera The Guiding Light, Zimmer romps through a role that, in Magalit's mind, seems to represent the next phase in liberation: achieving independence by getting what you need from your ex-husband in the divorce.
What if Margalit had built her play around five or six such risk-taking moments? Alas, this is not the case. The attitude of post-lib generation women toward their social status is gently parodied but seems to be admired by the author in the play's final scenes. The largely peripheral young student played by Erica Piccininni demonstrates, with her boyfriend Rob (also played by Webb), the dance of mutual affirmation mixed with constant awareness of compromise ("let's split the difference and sit at the middle table") that reflects our times. The message seems to be that couples today know what they're up against and need to be hyper-careful in pursuing solid relationships.