My overall impression
If you know the poetry Blake Abramovitz is capable of, you know he has a rare ability to get inside you with precision and turn your insides out. Double Bind had, at times, this ability. The night we went had a slightly uncertain start with an awkward chemistry between the star couple. The rest of the play featured a character quality that at times felt too much like a caricature. There was an inconsistency in the performance of each individual that flowed from fair to strong. But importantly, the piece had a strong arch that made turned me inside out – weeping over the tension between the dualistic identification of the two males and the woman begging her arrive at stability. It was no longer about them but about the inner struggle we all have, or I have always have, which is about being wild and unkept – dodging the mundane, howling, and yet knowing deeply, that this is just fantasy. Knowing that it’s a farce true security doesn’t yield to. And if we could only settle into the moment, just the simple moments of life, that would be the wild and free and unkept as we all seek so dearly – weeping at the freedom of being truly exposed to life.
