Word: lit
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...this sterility, the play opens as dark lighting and odd music fade into a sharply lit, sanitary office. The dialogue is reminiscent of a machine, and the office becomes a highly functional organism. The Filing Clerk (Randy Gomes '02) and the Adding Clerk (Eddie Montoya '02) do a fabulous job of doubling dialogue and repeating each other with static variations. Coupled with the aimless chatter of the Stenographer (Kate Agresta '02) and the Telephone Girl (Thandi Parris '01), an environment of alienation is complete. Everything about this world is artificial, including the commotion when Helen (Erica Rabbit '00) enters...
...black screen masks a platform upstage and creates an amorphous and cloaked space essential to Machinal's murky insinuations. The lighting, especially because it seems to be lit from the back, creates a silhouette of figures. This space becomes the sordid space of sexual conquest, first with the boss, later as a murky bar and finally in the second act as holding pen for Helen before her execution...
...dialogue is a voice-over creates the impression that the actors are merely odd configurations of marionettes. In this scene, people have fully transformed into machines. Helen's appeals for mercy seem to be almost rays of light bouncing off the darkened stage, for she is the only lit figure. Suddenly, strobe lights destroy the darkness, and the execution is complete...
...enter the party, sign into the guest book and find ourselves faced with a choice of a jazz quartet in one room or dancing in a green-lit other room. We head into the green-lit room, and Tad informs me that I "better make some friends fast," as he disappears into the crowd. I dance a bit with Team Tag-along and then leave them to meet some authentic MIT frat brothers, whom I approach as "Mambo #5" fills the murky air from the party's fog machine. Eventually I end up in the DJ Room, where the usual...
...door to suite 54 bursts open, and we determine collectively that this is our place. As we try to enter, people and heat flow from the room, though it remains plenty crowded and plenty hot when we get inside. Icehouse flows freely in the crammed and painfully brightly lit kitchenette. Though I fail to witness it, Team Tag-along claims there is some variety of Latin dancing taking place. I notice Gerard of "The FM Spring Break Issue" cover fame dancing in the center of the room. I am slightly disturbed, since a party he is rumored to be throwing...